𐙚 Summary: With every sunrise that wakes up the sky, Leon remains the same man, and you, the same waking woman until the sun sets — no longer having to hide under shadow of the sun. The two of you are waiting for the day you are able to exist in the life you both wish you could live under while the Sun is still up.
cw: DEAD DOVE -- INCEST, rough car sex, Re9 Leon, angsty/fluff (couldn’t help it) >.< leon referring to your pussy as his (owning), Leon referring to himself as dad/daddy, riding older Leon, creampie, Leon feels guilty and gross but also free??established secret relationship, dad/daddy kink, slight belly bulge mentioned, cheating :(
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𐙚 Special thanks to @pinkbowarchives and @bunimouto for helping!!
*requested by anon (requests are closed!)
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"We're just gonna catch a movie!"was a lie that rolled a little too easily off Leon's guilty tongue, weighing heavily in his godless mouth as he forces the nervous wad of spit down. Quickly shuffling the two of you out the front door, one hand gripping the sterling door knob while his other is a little too low down the curve of your back.
His eyes scans to where he's leaving his wife, your mother. Glued to the TV in front of her. Curled up under an old blanket with a glass of late-night ice cream, getting in some last-minute calories while the cup sits heavy and cold in her idle palms. She just hums and yawns to bring her back some sweets.
A dull ache of shame grows in Leon chest from the sight of her, completely unaware that just by being here — being his wife, that she had gotten in the way of a preplanned special night that you had been waiting to spend with her husband.
Leaving her to drift into the silence of a quiet house, lost to the fact that the father of her child were in their way to be parked a long while away from home on some dirt road behind an abandoned gas station to sleep with his daughter, in a way that used to be saved for her.
Leon can't afford to think about that anymore, he already dealt with his demons that comes with him choosing to love you in this way. Coming to understand that he's not a good man. Never said he was. He solidifies this every time he turns the lock your bedroom door at night, checks the two of you into hotels under made up names, or even fucking you in their bed when she's away.
The simmering guilt of his actions going silent in his head with every brief look that the two of you share, hugs that get tighter every time, or stolen touches under the dinner table. Every ounce of attention you give him melts away every bad thing he's ever thought about himself. Every kiss, every touch, every murmur of 'I love you' is what keeps him turned away from his wife in bed before as she falls asleep. He wants you and you only.
And he'd do anything, to let this fact cement itself into your mind.
Which why he left with you, his sins coming to life under the proud sun, walking to the car without shame.
Holding hands while he gets you seated before driving off to the edge of town with the view of the haunted house he's forced to maintain, in his rear view.
Anticipation burns a hole into his stomach, it's been a while since the two of you have fucked. Only quick blowjobs in your bathroom or him eating your pussy on your made bed while your mom is on a work call. You missed the intimate stretch of him, and he misses your warmth.
He enjoys the secluded intimacy that fucking his daughter gives him, being able to hold you close as he fills you anytime he can. Looking you into your eyes and knowing he's the one who's made you feel this way. Familiar eyes, boring into his tired ones.
Your hands find their way to the crotch of his pants, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as you press down harder. His cock twitching under your determined hand.
"I missed you" you whisper, leaning over so that your mouth is right by his welcoming ears. A warm smile spreads on his wear face, turning to give you a quick peck before turning his gaze back to the clear roads. I Love you I love you I love you I love you-
This is where he's happiest….
Driving into that empty field the two of you occasionally hide out at, ready to fill you up while you cling to him like a father, like a lover.
"Get in the back princess"
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"You needed dad's cock that bad baby?" Leon groans by your ear, your face tucked into his naked neck as you rest your head onto your arms that are wrapped around it, while Leon drills up into your creamy pussy. The two of you sitting on top of an old hot pink towel that's usually hidden in the trunk for times like these. Laying bunched under your knees that are spread around his wide frame, your calves bouncing from how hard he's fucking you.
"Ye-yessss ohh fuck mhmm" you mewl shamelessly, finally getting your way after going to him with puppy eyes for him to think of an alternate plan to get him balls deep inside you by before the end of the night. One of Leon's taut hands grips on the swell of your ass, already leaving faint marks, while the other is around your back to hold you in place.
"Wonder what your mom would think if she could see you, fucking leaking on l dad like this shitttt. You get this wet by yourself baby?" he moans, giving your shoulder a long bite before speeding up.
You're drooling so much, you’re only able to faintly nod against him. Making his cock throb inside you. He loves knowing that he's the only one that can get you like this, cock drunk and submissive. Being your very first and getting to further understand the body he helped create, before you even got to know it definitely has its perks, your pleasure is taught from him. Reliant on focusing on how the way Leon touches you.
He showed you how to get your own body to respond to yourself, secretly buying you toys to explore in the times he couldn't be there to get you there.
"Hear how wet dad gets his pussy, shhh listen baby" he hushes you, using the hand that was on your back to wrap around your hair, pulling on it to tilt your head back, forcing you to leave the warmth of his neck so you could hear the filthy squelch of him fucking you over the soft creak of the rocking car.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
He's soooo deep, filling your cunt raw from tip to base, again and again. Your slick lips stretching around to fit his fat cock that smears his pre cum inside your pussy that's just taking it all in. He hungrily leans forward to latch on your nipples while looking up at you, rolling and flicking his tongue around the raised bud before quickly detaching — a string of spit webbing from his mouth.
"So good for me, aren't ya? Cunt's just swallowing, every. fucking. inch" he grunts, matching his thrusts to his mean words as he kisses your exposed neck, sucking and nipping at the area desperately.
Your head's still hanging back with your mouth embarrassingly drooped open, unable to speak with your vision slightly blurring in and out of focus. Your body growing warmer, partly from the feel of his wet mouth pecking and dragging all over you, and the rest from how vulnerable you are under his devoted touch.
"S'goood mhm, so full daaa-"
"Oh? daddy's in here?" he teases with a cocky tilt of his head, he lets your hair go to push on the bottom half of your stomach. Now able to look back down at your dad who's somewhat disheveled from pleasure beneath you — being met back with his blue-eyed stare.
His eyes slightly wide as he looks at you in awe, feeling the gentle push of his cockhead hitting that lower spot again and again. Your head spinning from bliss,
I Love you I love you I love you I love you-
"Fuckk — taking me so deep" Leon praises, grabbing your jaw with his free hand to lay a kiss on your warm lips before slipping his tongue in your mouth. His words go straight to your cunt that tightens around his thick length, another gush of your slick sliding down his dick.
With his mouth still on yours — humming his moans onto your eager tongue, he lets your jaw go to reach behind your ass. His index and middle rubbing the back of where your leaky pussy is swallowing his cock — swiping up your slick on them before breaking away from the kiss to shove them in your mouth, wrapping your mouth snug around his digits.
"Hngnn pleaseee dad" you whimper around them, growing desperate. Flicking your tongue between his fingers, cleaning your wetness off of them. His eyes shift to a look of weakness, wishing it was his cock in his daughters mouth instead. A thin layer of mist forms on the glass windows from the heat radiating off the naked damp bodies that refuse to stay still. Leon's hips hammering into you at a steady pace, making your spread legs shake around his waist. Growing weak from how close you are.
He can tell you're gonna cum soon from all the breathy whines leaving your pouty lips, he's an expert in everything you. He takes quiet pride in being the first person to see your face twist in confusion and ache as your first orgasm bathed over you. You questioned the feeling, asking if it was okay, he ushered it in. Thanking you for letting him be able to unravel you like this.
I Love you I love you I love you I love you-
Your forehead sits against his damp one, "Gonna cum for me baby?" he coos, his voice rough yet full of yearn. Lost for words again, you let your body do the talking, allowing it to speak in the language only he can decode. Throwing your hips down on his busy ones — matching his mean pace.
"Shi-fuckkk you're gonna make dad cum baby. That what you want?, want me to fill you up? send you back to the house with my cum leaking outta ya while mom kisses you goodnight?"
"Y-yes yes yes yes" you cry out, snapping your hips down harder. Bringing a restless hand between the two of you to rub your clit like he showed you, feeling how wet you are. Your fingers slipping as you rub in fast circles while your dad slams into you even harder.
"Let it go baby it's okay, p-please— mhm fuck —need you- need it so bad" he moans, waiting on the familiar feel of you pussy tightening around him so he can fill you up. Both Leon's hands are focused, gripping the swells of your ass to force his length into you again and again.
PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPLAPPLAPLAPPLAPPLAP
"m'cumming dad, ugh-cumming, hngh yes yesyesyesyes" your body goes stiff, even your hands on your clit as your orgasm washes over you. "Ughhh mhmmm" you cry and quiver onto his shoulder as you cum around him hard. Leon's hips still quick in speed, completely pussy drunk on the way you're tightening and creaming on him.
"S'good for me princess mhm take it. take it. take it. take it. take i— please" he hisses, his hips stuttering one last time with a loud squelch, his balls slightly scrunching and releasing as he empties his seed inside his daughters twitching cunt.
The two of you lay still for several beats, embracing each other loosely while you're still connected down below. His hands sweetly rubbing your back, soothing you —still somewhat twitching under his touch. "You did so good baby" he hums in an almost whispery tone, laying a gentle kiss on your slick shoulder. I Love you I love you I love you I love you-
The air in the car is thick, beads of moisture rolling down the windows as evidence of the previous moments. You take a lazy finger to it, inking out a star against the slippery glass. The two of you still quiet, eyes growing heavy— just enjoying the moment in an attempt to catch a steady breath….
"Fuck, we have to get the sweets for mom" your head jumps up from the memory, clenching around your dads cock when you talk, earning a small groan from him. You place your hands on his hard chest, lifting off his dick slowly with a wet shlick, slightly sore and still messy down there as some of his cum slips out of you.
"That was supposed to stay in" Leon teasingly grumbles, laid back with his cock growing soft, watching you scramble around in the dim lighting.
Leon's eyes rake over your naked form —so beautiful and soft like, before something else catches his tired eyes. The fact that it's much darker than it was when the two of you left home. The beaming sun and few clouds that were scattered all through the bright clear sky were now gone — hidden in the peachy hue from the summer setting sun that is now leaking into the weakly tinted windows. Creating a map of color and light trails over your naked body. I Love you I love you I love you I love you-
His eyes softens at the sight.
Each day the sun goes down means another day of living in continuous sin for the two of you, at least during the day Leon's able let the sun wash away his demons that hide inside the shadow of the fake life he has to wakes up to. Lying dormant while he waits for this time of day. The night, ironically, bringing him his light. You. You to take and take and take until you come up to gasp for relief.
You own him as much as he does you.
Everyday he is the same man, until the sunsets — where he is able to fruitfully exist in the life he wishes he could see while the sun is still up. I love you I love you I love you I love you-
"Come here" he murmurs. Grabbing your elbow and spreading his legs for your to sit between them with your back turned from him. "Mom's probably wondering what's up, we shoul-"
"That’s not important right now" he cuts you off, slightly stern — talking in his dad voice that he puts on when he's saying something important.
You relax against him with an understanding hum, leaning your head back in the slot of his neck, shifting slightly to fix the pink towel back under you comfortably. Leon's hands slip to the hilt of your hips, rubbing slow circles there with his thumb — tracing over faint fingerprint marks that are gradually coming to life.
You both settle down in sync, looking through the smudged window from your frail attempt at wiping off the moisture with your shirt that was thrown on the car floor.
"So beautiful" he whispers, lifting his head to rest his chin on top of your head, the weight of him comforting and aware. Allowing you to be consumed by him. He snakes his wondering hands from your plush hips to sneakingly brush over the slight swell of your nipples before wrapping it around your waist to pull you even closer to him.
"I know. I love seeing all the pretty colors like this. Everything looks so much more real under a sunset" your eyes locked on natural the scene in front of you, taking in the saturated colors filling the sky that's leaking into the balmy car.
are u taking requests bc i cant stop thinking about dad leon fucking you in his and your mom’s bed because he WANTS to get caught. even better if when you DO caught he doesn’t stop and makes mom stay and watch
if ur not taking requests ill just keep my thoughts to myself 🚬🚬
FUCK that such a good idea!! And yes!! I’m always taking reqs
Cw; Leon’s an asshole to his wife💔
Your mom coming home only to hear lewd noises coming from their shared bedroom, only to find her daughter her father in bed together.
Like together together.
Confused and disgusted she starts to turn on her heels ready to run back to the car and drive off to wherever she finds herself, off a cliff or to the nearest ppl police station who fucking knows.
What else is one to do when walking in on your husband fucking your daughter, HIS daughter? Your leg slung over his thick shoulder while he slams into your leaky pussy again and again.
Eyes wide as she stares at the way you grip onto your father’s shoulders like she used to do with him, when they used to fuck, before taking your virginity.
“Don’t. Don’t go just yet.” Leon’s grunts, stopping your mother dead in her tracks. Slowly turning around to be met with his striking gaze.
“This is why I can’t bring myself to fuck you anymore. Fuck. You have no idea how good our daughter feels like this. Gripping the cock you won’t even suck anymore. Shes not so little anymore you know? She actually knows how to please a man, how to please me. Shh I know baby, shh” he coos as you mewl and shift underneath him. Shying away from your mothers focused sight.
Frozen from the sight in front of her, clutching her chest are tears begin to flood her waterline.
“She even lets me do whateverrrr I want to her, God if only you knew all the things we’ve done together. All the holes I’ve filled, how good I make her feel from all the times I’ve filled her up with more than just my cum. But don’t worry, you’ll see why she’s better after tonight hun”
Dead dove: do not eat! NSFW! minors do not interact! 18+ only!
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🌸 TW: INCEST (father/daughter), jealous/possessive!Toji, reader also shows signs of jealousy/posessiveness, face slapping (just once), oral sex (f. receiving), somnophilia, cnc/dubcon, cheating, spanking (just once), dirty talk (like GODDAMN FILTHY), use of lots of pretty pet names, talks of pregnancy, unprotected sex, FLUFF
🌸 WC: 8.7K
🌸 AU: Your dad will always put you first before his wife, and he finally gets to treat you like the wife he wanted when you're on a short getaway in another country together.
🌸 AC: Thank you, anon, for the scene suggestion! Hope you liked it. Also, part 4 is going to be the last of the series... Any guesses...🤭
<< Part 1 🔞, Part 2 🔞 || Part 4 🔞 (coming soon) >>
“You look good, sweetheart,” Satoru compliments when he meets you and your family at the lobby of your favourite restaurant.
You sneak a glance at your father when your boyfriend snakes a hand around your back and leans down to press a kiss to your temple.
Toji is positively glaring at Satoru, sizing him up wordlessly with a ticked jaw.
You smile back at your boyfriend and try to pull your father’s attention to you. “Thank you. My dad chose it.”
It works.
Toji’s dark green eyes slide over your body, savouring the way the white silk hugs your curves and falls loosely and comfortably at your ankles. Even more when you turn on your expensive diamond studded heels he bought this morning and award him with the criss-cross of white ribbons along your back.
He wishes he could just run his hand down your spine, just like what your boyfriend is doing right now.
Something burns in the pit of his stomach.
When you’re shown to your table, Satoru waits for you to choose a seat before taking the spot next to you. Toji picks up his pace slightly to get behind you, quickly pulling out your chair.
His chest blooms with warmth and pride when you gaze up at him with a smile, thanking him sweetly. When he’s pushed in your seat, he goes around the table to do the same for his wife before taking his own chair opposite your boyfriend, who is politely smiling at him like he hasn’t just disrespected his daughter by not treating her like the princess she is.
Too late for regrets now, Toji exhales a sigh and looks down at the menu, ignoring the man he said he wanted to meet.
You’re sitting at the couch having an ice cream, when your father sinks into the cushion next to you. He glances at the chocolate shelled ice cream in your hand.
Lifting a brow, you tilt the stick toward him. “Want some?”
He doesn’t say anything but moves forward to take a big bite of your ice cream, making you gasp and pull your dessert away abruptly. He laughs when you slap at his shoulder.
“Daddy!” you whine, glaring between whatever little ice cream you’re left with and your triumphant father.
He rolls his eyes, though a smile is still playing on his lips. “I’ll buy more.”
“As you should!” you huff, making him turn to you with an amused look. You grumble quietly before savouring your ice cream, “This was my dessert.”
“That I paid for.”
You turn to give him a look, but he only raises an eyebrow at you and makes a show of running his eyes up and down your body.
“What? Want to argue that Daddy doesn’t pay for your stuff?” Toji is amused when he sees that you have managed to pout while chewing on chocolate. “Don’t know how that Saturo boy is going to keep up with the way you spend like it’s Monopoly money.”
You narrow your eyes on him. “You’re doing it on purpose,” you finally conclude, digressing.
Feigning innocence, your father shifts in his seat and spreads his arm out behind you on the cushion of the couch. “What?” he mutters, eyes on the TV screen.
“Saying Satoru’s name wrong.” Toji doesn’t say anything, but you feel his finger twirling around a tendril of your hair. You take another bite of your ice cream and mumble, “He gives me his card to go shopping too.”
At that, your father swivels his head around to frown at you. “But you still use my card,” he accuses.
A grin tugs on your lips, sweet and cheeky. You tilt your head to give him a mock innocent look, like the reason for that should have been predictable.
“Of course. I feel more comfortable spending Daddy’s money. Less guilt.”
Toji feels his face scrunching up into a disbelieving scorn. “How are you ever going to get married?”
You laugh at his reaction. “What do you mean? You love that I use your money over Satoru’s.”
He won’t admit it, but you note his silence, and the way he draws shapes on your nape lightly. All he says after a moment of ambient TV noises is, “You racked up close to 10K expenditure last month, and that was a thousand higher than the previous month.”
You tilt your head slightly to rest on his shoulder and his finger trails up and down your neck slowly. “You’d rather I use Satoru’s card?”
He scoffs. “Does that boy even have the financial capability?”
You’re not surprised he doesn’t care to remember.
“Of course, Daddy. He owns his own company. He’s spoken about what he does many times.”
Toji pauses. “A company big enough to fund your lifestyle?”
You think about hiding the fact from him to save his pride. But you know he can find out on his own anyway. So you bob your head against the ball of his shoulder.
“You know Limitless.”
Despite his silence, you know that he is aware of Satoru’s company. After all, it is one of the up-and-coming pharmaceutical companies of this generation. Even if Toji’s business is in oil and gas, it’s not likely for anyone not to have heard of Limitless in this day and age unless they don’t have access to the news.
“Just let me know if you’d rather I spend Satoru’s money,” you hum as you nibble on the last of the chocolate on your ice cream stick. “He won’t mind.”
“Shut up.”
You lift your head to face your father, only to see him narrowing his eyes on you, his lips set in a straight line like he is mad.
“What?” You bat your eyelashes at him, feigning innocence.
He clicks his tongue when he sees the look on your face.
You gasp when he slaps your cheek lightly and leans in to press his lips to yours.
“You’re such a spoiled brat,” he mutters when he turns back to the TV.
You laugh and snuggle up to his body. “You raised me spoiled,” you counter.
Toji curls his hand that is on the back of the couch to caress your arm tenderly. He sighs and murmurs, “I know.”
The both of you stay cuddled on the couch for a while, quietly watching the show you’ve put on, with you occasionally making comments. Almost half an hour later, your mother comes down the stairs all freshened up from her bath and goes to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. When she leaves, she stops at the edge of the living room, facing you and Toji.
“I booked a trip to Greece with my friends next month,” she announces.
Your father looks away from the TV to focus on her. “For how long?”
“Two weeks.”
Toji simply hums in acknowledgement, but when she doesn’t move, you feel his body shift slightly. You look up at him to see a frown on his face.
“I’m not stopping you.”
Your mother hesitates before nodding. “I know.”
There is something unasked in the air, and your father catches on to it.
“Oh. How much do you need?”
“I think 20K is more than enough.”
Definitely too much more than enough, you think.
But Toji doesn’t even bat an eye when he nods. “I’ll have it transferred to your account tomorrow. Go to bed.”
Your mother takes a step toward the stairs, only to stop again.
“I’ll wait for you in our room,” she murmurs softly, like she hopes her husband won’t hear her.
Toji hums. “It’s alright. You don’t have to.”
You can see the relief in your mother’s visage at not having to “pay back” for what she asked. She nods and finally gives the both of you a genuine smile, chirpily wishing you a good night.
When she’s finally gone and you hear a door close upstairs, you lean away from your father’s body to glare at him. He turns to you, eyes tracing your upset features as he raises his brows.
“And you complained about me spending 10K last month,” you huff.
A smile tugs on his mouth as he reaches out to cradle your cheek and swipes his thumb on the corner of your downturned lips.
“What, you want to compete with your mother?” He laughs when you look away with a deepened pout. He drops his hand to caress your inner thigh. “There is no competition, baby girl. You’re allowed to drain Daddy’s bank account. If you can.”
You stay pouty, so Toji shifts to pull you towards him, easily sliding you on his lap. Your heart races when he takes your chin and turns you to face him. The corner of his scarred lip tilts up gently.
“Wanna go for a short trip while Mom is gone?”
That melts away your cold shoulder. You wrap your arms around his nape. “Where?”
“Hm. Where do you wanna go? I can take two days off work and we can go somewhere nice over the weekend. Has to be close by though.”
“What about Bali?”
“Yeah?” You nod, grinning. Toji hums and leans in. “Done. I’ll have Shiu book flights and all that tomorrow.”
You giggle and press your lips to his awaiting ones, his big hand already moving to rest on the back of your nape. When you pull back, he drops another quick peck on your lips.
“What are you gonna tell Sutaro?”
You ignore his annoying habit of saying your boyfriend’s name wrong, coming to terms with the fact that he will never want to say it correctly.
“That my Daddy wants to do some father-daughter bonding.” You inch closer so your lips are by his ear. “I’ll leave out the fact that the bonding also consists of you fucking his girlfriend.”
Toji’s laughter is hearty and booming, like he is proud to hear that. He tilts you to face him, taking your lips in a long, sensual kiss that has you moaning into his mouth and your hand gripping onto his collar.
“Very good, Princess,” he praises when you part for air.
You grin at him, cute and pretty. Toji slides his palms to rest on your shoulders as he pulls you away from him, his thin eyes appraising you as they glide down and up your body.
“Shall we go to bed, baby? Sleep with Daddy?”
You bob your head. Toji carries you up easily, bridal style. He turns everything off in his wake as he brings you back to his marital bed, throwing you on the mattress the moment he has locked the door to his room behind him.
“You did look beautiful at dinner, my love,” he murmurs, undoing the buttons of his shirt.
You get on your knees and shuffle toward the edge of the bed to meet him as you smile. “Thank you, Toji.”
Your father stands before you as you rest your hands on his shoulders, sliding them down to meet his that are still undoing his buttons. He lets you take over as he cups your face gently, tilting your head up so he can see you clearly.
“You know what would be so hot, Daddy?”
His gaze drops down to your teeth tugging on your bottom lip as you grin up at him. His thumb caresses your chin gently, entranced.
“What?”
Your grin widens. “If you could go down and get those heels you bought me, you could fuck me in them.”
You giggle when he slaps your hands away from his shirt, already turning on his heels to head for the door.
While he is gone, you take everything off, leaving you in the expensive lingerie set that your father also gifted you. You sit on the edge of the bed and lay down, staring up at the ceiling while you wait to hear the click of the door opening.
You don’t even get up when Toji returns, stopping in his tracks for a moment to take in the image of his pretty daughter waiting in his bed. When he reaches you, he gets down to his knee and sets your new pair of heels on the ground.
With gentle, calloused hands that circle around your ankle, he lifts your leg and props your foot on his thigh. Raising your head, you look down to watch your father dip his head to drop a kiss to the inside of your knee, his heated gaze searing you from under his bangs.
Toji is careful as he puts the high heel on for you. He does the same to the other leg, and when he’s done, he slides his hands up your legs, stamping fleeting kisses in their wake until he reaches your hips.
His arms snake under and around your thighs, hiking them over his shoulders and pulling you closer until the tip of his nose brushes the lace of your lingerie. Toji leans in to press a gentle kiss on your heated core before pressing his nose into your soft flesh, taking in a deep breath, making you squeak in embarrassment. He tightens his hold on you, knowing you’d flail and try to move away from him.
A low moan of appreciation thunders through his chest. Lifting his head slowly, he locks gazes with you, the scarred corner of his lip tilting up slightly.
“Love the way you smell, Princess,” he confesses as his hand finds its way to your crotch, his thumb swiping over the shape of your soft lips behind the lingerie.
Toji lowers his head again to ghost open-mouthed kisses on the inside of your thigh, his dark emerald orbs still on your beautiful face, your pretty lips parted to let out soft pants, your cheeks flushed pink. When he reaches the line between your womanhood and thigh, he drags the flat of his tongue up along your sensitive skin.
His scarred lips latch on the fat of your pussy obscured by the lace of your panties. You moan softly at the warm moisture of his mouth.
Slowly, very slowly, Toji takes his time to peel the lacy fabric aside with his mouth, occasionally nudging it with his nose until he finally has your pretty cunt bare and exposed.
He drops a kiss just next to your clit, making you squirm and whine. Smirking, he brings you closer to him as he pulls your legs open wider. This time, he is so close to your pussy that you can feel his hot breath on it every time he exhales.
“Want Daddy to kiss you here, baby girl?”
You gasp quietly when his tongue flicks over your clit. You nod your head. Curling his lips around the sensitive button, he suckles on your clit, a groan reverberating from his chest as his eyes shut blissfully at the softness of your pussy.
Toji takes his time worshipping you with his mouth. Like he would never get another chance to taste you again. The strokes of his tongue are long, warm, wet, loving. He eats you out like a gentleman, though one who’s been starved for days.
When he has your legs quivering and your hips bucking into his face, Toji pulls you closer and kisses you deeper. His stiff tongue dips between your folds and presses into your leaking hole, the muscled appendage twisting and turning like he’s screwing you with it. Your hand flies to his hair and grip on the raven locks, tugging on them. Your father flickers his half-lidded eyes up to watch you panting, moaning and whining like you’re not quite sure what you want.
He parts from your pussy for a moment, only to stretch your seam open with his fingers pulling at your labia. His dark eyes stay on you as he lowers his face, lips on your wet ones again. This time, you let out a long mewl as you lift your hips and press the back of his head closer to your core. Toji smiles to himself at the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he licks a stripe on the inside of your labia, where you’re sensitive and so soft.
“Daddy,” comes your breathy moan. “S’good…”
Toji breaks the kiss, though staying close enough that when he speaks, his lips still brush your sensitive folds. “You like Daddy kissing your pretty pussy, baby?” he coos, slithering a hand away from your thigh to trace a finger lightly down your slit.
A shudder runs through you as you let out another whimper. Toji is so gentle with you, dropping light smooches on your clit, spreading your spit-mixed slick all over your lips.
“Perfect fuckin’ pussy made for me,” he groans lowly, almost like he is speaking to himself as he revers at the way your hole winks at him and more of your juices glistens in the light.
Your father brings his head down again, dark eyes locked on your face as his parted lips meet your peaked clit. He doesn’t close his mouth around the bundle of nerves. Instead, he moves his head up and down, side to side, letting his scarred lips rub against your sensitive pearl. His middle finger circles your warm hole, teasing. You whine and lift your hips slightly, instinctively.
As if that action has made his fingertip slip into your hole, Toji hums when you release a relieved moan. He puckers his lips slightly to press a parted kiss to your clit. He slides deeper between your fluttering walls, bottoming out and curling his finger.
“Daddy,” you breathe shakily, your thighs already shivering around him.
Your father pulls out his digit. He fucks you slow with it. Then adds another finger, stretching you out. Your back arches and your thighs try to squeeze shut. But his imposing build between them keeps them open.
“Gonna cum for Daddy, little one?” he coos, this time circling the tip of his tongue on your clit.
He picks up his pace when he hears you mewl his name, his wrist snapping, his tongue flicking over and over your bundle of nerves.
Within seconds, your father has you trembling as you grasp onto his hair, crying out in the wake of your orgasm, your hips rutting against his palm and tongue, spreading your arousal all over the lower half of his face.
Toji’s fingers slide in and out of your pulsing walls slowly as he drops gentle kisses on your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm. When your heaving pants turn into deep, steadying breaths, he slips his digits out of your soaked pussy and pulls back to inspect the glistening mess you’ve made on yourself. He hums, satisfied at his work.
As if pitiful that he has to part with your cunt, Toji is slow in getting up and his fingers still linger on your puffy lips, unable to stop touching your honeyed folds.
Your eyes blink dazedly as your father’s hunking figure looms over you. He braces his arms next to your head to lower himself, his lips easily finding your soft ones. You moan into the kiss, your fingers flying up to play with the hair on his nape.
Toji hums against your mouth. “Taste yourself, Princess?”
“Mmhmm,” you bob your head.
“Hot, huh?”
“Mm…”
Toji chuckles. As he presses his lips to the corner of your lips and down the column of your neck, he mutters, “Does your dumb boyfriend fuck you this good with his mouth?” You sigh and tilt your head to the side when he sucks gently on your skin. Your father nudges your jaw with his nose. “Hm?”
“No, Daddy,” you whisper shakily.
He hums again, satisfied with your answer. He trails his lips down your body until he reaches your chest, where he peppers kisses along the cups of your bra.
Toji worships your body tonight in a way you’ve never experienced. The only kind of worship a loving father would do to his pretty daughter.
Your bra straps are peeled off slowly, then the undergarment is unhooked carefully like he is afraid he might so much as scratch you.
Toji tosses your bra aside. His big hands play with your freed breasts, massaging, fondling, squeezing. His head dips lower, lips now on your navel. You don’t realise you’re not breathing as you watch your father, the tip of his nose tickling your skin in his wake.
His touch is light and feathery when he removes your panties. He holds each calf gently as he slides your leg off the lingerie one by one. Finally, the lacy fabric joins your bra on the floor and you’re laying in your father’s bed in nothing but your heels.
His wide hands are calloused and rough as they caress your thighs, lifting them easily to have your knees bent in the air, spread wide for him. Toji’s eyes take their time drinking you in, the position he’s put you in before him. He licks his lips.
“Hold on to your heels, baby,” he whispers.
You listen, resting your arms on your inner thighs, forcing them open, while your fingers grip around the stilettos of your high heels. A guttural groan of approval arises from the back of Toji’s throat.
Toji doesn’t rush in undoing his slacks, just enough to free his raging hard boner. You watch him spit on his dick, stroking it once, twice, before lining his red tip leaking with precum at your pussy.
You suddenly feel nervous.
This feels realer than the three other times your father has fucked you. Maybe it’s the soft lighting that illuminates much more than just the shadows of his face, or maybe it’s the clarity and consciousness of this moment.
But the instant Toji pushes his fat tip past the barrier of your tight hole, all thoughts leave you as you draw in a deep breath and your lips part in a choked moan.
Toji’s breathing is ragged. He keeps his dark eyes on his daughter, watching you getting split open by his girthy length. Pride blooms in his chest when your face contorts into a slightly pained expression as he bottoms out in you, your brows furrowed so cutely, your pretty lips parted to let out moans that sound like music.
He gives you time to get used to his cock, your walls clenching and unclenching around him to accommodate his size no matter how many times he’s entered you before.
“So pretty, my beautiful Princess,” he coos soothingly, feeling your walls flutter around him at the praise. He smooths his hands along your thighs. “Doing so well for Daddy, little one.”
Your mewl lets him know that you enjoy his compliments. Your tight cunt relaxes to wrap your warmth around him now, welcoming. Inviting.
Toji drags his cock out leisurely, his tip scratching against your velvety walls that makes the both of you moan in unison. When just his tip is inside of you, he reverses the action and slides back in. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your fingers grip tightly around thin heels.
Toji bites down on his bottom lip, not wanting to make a sound so he could enjoy the ones leaving your mouth, and the wet noises building from his cock moving between your legs.
He’s glad he made this master bedroom soundproof, even if the intention for it has not been put to action in months, if not years. Because if not for the expensive sound insulation of the room, with the noises you’re making and at the volume you’re going, he’d be surprised if your neighbours, let alone your mother, don’t hear you.
His hips work at a steady, slow pace, until you whine up at your father, a pleading look on your face. He feels the corner of his lip being pulled upward.
He rolls his hips faster this time and you moan his name. “Oh, Toji…”
At that, he leans down to hover over you, lips crashing down on yours, hips slapping against your ass as he fucks you deeper, harder, faster. You’re a messy, loud kisser, and it only turns Toji on even more. His cock throbs between your tight cushioned walls and he pulls away from the kiss, cursing.
“Fuck,” he breathes, stopping his movements when he is buried within you. You whine again and he lifts his gaze up to meet your pouty look. “You’re going to make me cum, Princess,” he admits with a hint of embarrassed laughter lining his words.
You let him give you a peck to your lips before he moves back until he is standing again. He removes your hands from your heels and drags your body closer to the edge of the bed, at the same time slamming you down further onto his cock. The both of you moan at your pussy gripping his cock tightly.
Still buried inside you, Toji moves to grab a pillow, lifts your hips easily, and slots it beneath your ass. Then, he takes hold of your ankles, bringing your legs together as he rests your calves on one side of his chest. You watch your father caress your smooth legs before turning his head to press a kiss to your ankle, dipping the tip of his nose into your skin.
When he tilts his head back to face you, he moves to pull out of your wet pussy. Your thighs press against each other as he enters again. Your eyes are shut in pleasure, lips parted as you moan. Toji tightens his hold around your legs, trying to anchor himself and distract his mind from your clenching pussy that has gotten impossibly tighter in this position.
Your father is slow with each push of his hips. You flutter your eyes open after the fourth stroke. Toji is already watching you, as if he has been the entire time. You frown slightly.
“You don’t like my pussy anymore, Daddy?” you whisper.
Toji stops. Blinks once, then twice. “Why do you say that?” he asks, almost sharply.
You swallow. “Is it different today? Now? Because we know the truth?” When his brows furrow incredulously, you whisper with watery eyes, “You fucked me differently when you thought I was Mom.”
Huh.
Your father chuckles quietly in disbelief as he caresses your shin and presses a kiss to the side of it. “Baby, I want to take my time with you,” he says gently, moving your legs to the bed so he can cage you within his arms, his lips pressed to your forehead. “You look so damn pretty,” he groans. “If I don’t go slow, I’m going to cum in seconds.”
You look up at him, pouting slightly. Toji's tongue laps up your tears. “So you still want me? Over Mom?”
Toji briefly wonders if you inherited his selfish, jealous, possessive personality.
He laughs against your mouth when he gives you a kiss. “There is no competition, baby. You’ll always be Daddy’s number one girl.” When you eventually wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back, he hums and gives you one last peck to your lips. “Yeah, Princess? Aren’t you Daddy’s favourite girl?”
“Mmhmm,” you lift your head to chase his lips with a kiss. “Daddy’s Princess.”
“That’s right,” he coos, dropping a kiss to your nose before moving back, breaking your hold around his neck.
He lifts your legs by the back of your knees again, this time spreading them so each leg rests up on either side of his chest. He keeps his hold on your thighs like a seatbelt, rolling his hips experimentally. You push your chest out as you moan loudly.
Toji starts slow. Then, reminded by your little outburst, he picks up his pace, his dilated eyes on the way your soft body jiggles and bounces with every slap of his hips against yours, your jaw slack as your moans and whimpers fill the air. Toji feels his cock twitch within your warm pussy.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans. He should really close his damned eyes to focus on something else but he can’t tear his gaze off you. “You’re so fucking pretty, Daddy’s going to cum.”
You bite on your bottom lip as you smile coyly up at him, eyes seductive. You feel his cock pulsing in your core.
“You made me,” you say slowly, clearly. “Of course you think I’m pretty. I’m made perfect for you, Daddy.”
“Fuck.”
This breaks Toji’s restraint.
He hastily brings your legs together again, this time crossing them even, providing his cock more pressure from your tight pussy.
Your father doesn’t start slow. His hips move in a blurring speed, fucking you so hard and deep the slaps of his hips against your ass loud in the room. He is feral now, an animal in heat. He fucks you like he means it, like he hasn’t had release in decades.
You watch him rut his hips greedily into your slobbering pussy, his eyes trained on you like just the view of you moaning from your dad’s cock is enough to get him off. Grunts emerge at his exertion. His fingers are white as he presses them into your thigh.
There’s something so hot about you wearing absolutely nothing but your heels, while your father fucks you, completely clothed, desperately chasing his orgasm.
Tilting his hips at a slight angle, Toji rams into you, discovering that pleasure spot inside you when you fist the sheets and arch your back with a wanton moan.
“Oh, fuck, yes, baby…” your father groans at the closing grip of your pussy.
He keeps fucking you right there, and he sees it. The way your lower belly bulges at every thrust of his hips. He uses his free hand to press down on it, relishing the feel of his cock pushing from within you.
He manages to last for half a minute more before he releases in your pulsating hole that’s clenching and unclenching around him like he’s being milked.
“Yes, yes, baby…” he moans your name as he climaxes, half-lidded eyes on you, his hips still not stopping, his thumb now caressing your lower belly, wondering if he’s imagining the twitch of his cock against your stomach as he fills you with his cum. “Oh, yeah… mm… My little angel, fuck! You make Daddy feel so fucking good.”
And just hearing him say all that has you jerking beneath him, a small wave of pleasure jolting through your body as your second orgasm finds you.
The room is filthy with both your moans and grunts. Toji empties his seed in your fluttering cunt, but his cock won’t stop twitching as he watches you overcome your high.
Eventually, you’re left panting, your dazed eyes not focusing on anything until your father is right in front of you, his face too close. You flutter your eyes close and moan against his lips as he kisses you, deep and loving.
“Shower with Daddy, my pretty girl?” he whispers between kisses.
You immediately nod your head, circling your arms around his neck, letting your father carry you up easily, the both of you still interconnected. Only when he brings you to the bathroom does he break the lip locking and unplug your gaping hole. As he deposits you on the toilet, he stands before you and removes every article of clothing he has, the entire time his eyes on you like he’s giving you a show.
He smirks when he is fully naked and your face is sprinkled with pink. It’s your first time seeing your father’s muscled body like this, so big and thick. So rugged.
He steps closer to you, holding your cheeks together with one big hand, tilting your head up. He leans down and gives you a firm, broad lick on your lips, then a tender kiss.
“No need to get shy with Daddy. S’all yours anyway, Princess.”
Toji pauses when he comes back from the gym, finding the villa eerily quiet despite the AC running, cooling him down from the physical exertion.
He places his key card on the kitchen island as he toes off his shoes and pads to the bedroom, thinking you’d still be sleeping where he left you this morning. Instead, he only sees an empty bed and crumpled sheets. His sharp brows furrow deeply together.
He visits the toilet, only to find it vacant too. His heart rate picks up slightly. Where could you have gone in the hour and a half he was in the gym? And in a foreign country?
He fishes out his phone as he walks back out to the main room, about to call you, when he notices the sliding doors facing the back of the villa slightly ajar. Curiously, he steps toward the glass doors and peers out.
Toji’s heart squeezes with relief when he sees his daughter lounging on a sunbed, head resting on your folded arms as you lay on your stomach. He drinks in the sight of you in a yellow bikini, the fabric so little that it leaves nothing much to the imagination really.
He feels his cock twitch in his shorts. As if to soothe it, he reaches down to give it a squeeze over his pants. Toji is quiet as he cracks the door open wider, stepping out into the warm, sunny morning of Bali island. He closes the door behind him so as not to let the cool air escape from the villa.
He stands next to your sleeping form, totally unaware of his looming shadow above you. In natural lighting, Toji can see the love marks he gave you on your shoulder, your neck, even on your thighs. After all, you’ll have ample time to let them heal before your mother or your boyfriend sees them.
Toji sits on the empty lounge bed next to yours, already reaching out to caress your ass clad in a string between your cheeks. His cock pulses achingly in his briefs. He thinks he might have to ruin this pretty bathing set you have on.
The man removes his sweaty clothes, his thick meat leaking and bouncing with every movement as he crawls over your lounging form. Cautiously, he straddles you, fitting his hot and heavy length between your buttcheeks. You exhale through your nose in your sleep.
Your round globes look so perfect sandwiching his cock between them. The sensation of his dick dry humping you, the friction of your flesh dragging his thin skin, it makes this situation feel so lewd, so wrong. Like he’s doing this without your permission. Exactly like he’s using you without you knowing.
He wonders if this was how you felt when you crawled under the covers next to him that night he first fucked you in his marital bed, thinking you were his wife. Slightly excited, and just a tad bit guilty.
He thinks about you knowing full well your dad was fucking you, while he stayed oblivious. He imagines you enjoying your father’s cock, yet trying not to make a sound that might ring alarm bells, just so he wouldn’t stop.
Toji’s cock grows heavier, thicker between your cheeks.
The man lifts his hips away from yours, this time angling himself to slot his meat between your legs, letting your soft thighs wrap around him warmly. He lets out a ragged breath, trying hard not to squeeze or spank your perky ass.
You moan in your sleep, subconsciously lifting your hips higher a little. He takes this as a sign to move.
Toji fucks your thighs steadily, spreading his precum between your legs. You’re also progressively getting wetter, soaking through your bikini thong and spilling all over him. Soon, Toji doesn’t need much effort to slide his veiny cock against your core.
He groans when you squeeze your legs together instinctively, moaning when the mushroom tip of his dick drags against your soft flesh.
Toji can’t help himself now. You’re so pliant beneath him, so unsuspecting even as you continue napping.
He is careful as he pulls the bikini thong string aside and guides his cockhead to your familiar entrance with a beefy hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He rubs his precum all over your hole, letting your juices mix, teasing your hole before he eventually slips inside.
Toji lets out a groan as he tips his head back. You still haven’t roused. But the deeper he enters, stretching your warmth wider with his tip, your breathy moan cuts through Toji’s pleasured haze.
He shifts himself and leans down with his hands planted next to your head, penning you within his big frame. He leans in and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your temple, trailing more down your face as he sheathes deeper inside you.
Your moan is loud and needy now, but your eyes still closed. Toji decides he wants you awake. Wants you to talk to him as he fucks you.
“Princess,” he murmurs gently in your ear. You don’t respond.
He pulls out slightly, only to tilt his hips at an angle and roll his hips forward. He shuts his eyes when your pussy clenches around him at the change in position. Your mewl is squeaky and breathy.
“So pretty in the sun, my little girl,” he moans into your ear, dropping a kiss to your cheek. “My beautiful Princess…”
Your walls tighten around him subconsciously. He pushes in deeper, groaning as he does so.
“Perfect baby girl,” he coos, feeling you squeeze around him again.
He drawls your name in a moan as he bottoms out deep in your cunt, your warmth so inviting that he drives his hips deeper, wanting to bury every millimetre of his cock inside you.
“Princess,” he tries again. When you only moan incoherently back, he slides his hand down the side of your body and tightens his fingers on your hip. “Baby. Wake up, little one. Can you say Daddy’s name for me?”
You stir slightly. Toji circles his hips, grinding his crotch against your ass, his grip tightens on your flesh. You moan as your walls flutter and soak his meat.
“Come on, baby girl,” he coos. “Wanna hear your pretty voice, Princess.”
At that, your brows furrow slightly and your hips move, pushing back against his as you gain consciousness. Toji watches your long lashes flutter open. You tilt your head and blink sleepily up at him. He grins.
“Morning, my love,” he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips to yours.
You return the kiss, only to gasp and choke on your breath when a warm, thick rod drags out of your drenched cunt, only to pound back into you.
“D-daddy!” you gasp.
Toji moans. “Yeah… Talk to me, baby girl. Lemme hear your voice.”
“Toji,” you whine. “You’re so big…”
Your father laughs, straightening his back like he’s proud of that. As if your voice has just given him a shot of adrenaline, his hips snap faster and harder against your ass.
You moan loudly. “Mom doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”
You’re too fucked out to even realise what you’re saying.
Toji laughs, louder. He fucks you deeper, spurred on by your sweet voice and your slurring words.
“‘M so lucky to wake up to my Daddy fucking me,” you mewl, rocking your hips back against him.
“Fuck,” your father hisses.
He’s about to cum and Toji forces himself to stop. You feel him slip out of you, so easily due to how wet you are. You whine at the empty feeling in your lower region, only to yelp softly when your father tugs on your hip.
“Ass up for me, Princess,” he mutters in a command.
Your movements are languid as you do as he wishes, palms and knees on the sunbed, your ass high in the air. His big hand is on your hip again and you turn to watch him tap his heavy dick on your wet pussy, the string of your bikini bottom stretched over your round flesh.
He drags his fat tip up and down your slit before he positions himself where he belongs. Toji flickers his dark green eyes up to meet yours.
“Talk to me, baby. Daddy wants to cum to your voice,” he groans as he sheathes himself between your soaked folds again, letting your warm wetness embrace him tightly.
Your body arches and a loud moan ripples through the morning air, your head tipped back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your father curses at the sight of his pretty girl welcoming his cock in her cunt. When he has entered you to his hilt and you’re heaving moans and mewls, Toji brings his palm down to strike your ass, hearing you squeal and watching your fat jiggle.
“Let Daddy hear you, baby. Tell me how much you enjoy my big cock.”
You’re a babbling mess as he snaps his hips against your ass, fucking you deep and fast.
“P-please, Daddy!” you cry out loudly. “Want you deeper… Mm, fuck! Faster, Toji… m-more!”
Your dad smacks your ass and gives it a hard squeeze as he groans. You’re so fucking loud now that you’re not in the confines of your home. Where it’s just you and your father, known to the resort staff as a loving married couple.
You fuck back against his cock. Toji curses under his breath when he feels himself twitch inside you. He’s close.
“I feel you so deep, Daddy,” you mewl. “Gonna cum, hm, Daddy? Gonna fill your baby girl up with your seed?”
A pornographic moan arises from the base of your throat when he fucks you faster, pursuing his climax as if motivated by your words. You don’t even know what you’re saying now.
“Daddy’s g’na put a baby in me,” you breathe wantonly.
When Toji stops, the fucked out fog clears from your mind and you realise belatedly what you’ve said. The whole world seems to have stopped spinning when the silence between the both of you stretches for a few more seconds.
You swivel your head around to try to take those words back, or at least try. “Dad— oh! Mm…!”
You gasp and moan when he slams back into your orifice, his body curling behind you to reach for your arms. He pulls you back into his chest, his rough palms caressing down your arms to fit his fingers between yours from the back of your hands. He presses his cheek to your temple and you shudder at his warm breath in your ear.
“Y’want Daddy’s baby, sweetheart?” he growls, gyrating his hips slowly in a grind against your ass. “What’re you g’na say to your stupid boyfriend? When your belly is swollen with Daddy’s baby?”
You let out a shaky breath as you let your head fall back to rest on his collarbone. “Gonna make him take care of our child like it’s his,” you confess breathily. “Make Satoru think he knocked me up and gave me a baby…”
Your father grunts in your ear.
The mere thought of putting a baby in his pretty daughter makes him feral.
It’s so wrong. But the image of you walking around with a big belly, yet no one actually knowing that it is the love child you’ve made with your father. Just the thought of it makes Toji’s cock swell even bigger.
He tightens his arms against yours, locking your body against him. He starts pistoning his hips, fucking you with animalistic speed, grunts rumbling through his chest and into your back.
Your body is his to use, your brain too numb with pleasure that you can’t seem to form a thought, much less a command to your body. Your father turns his head to press his parted lips to your temple, grunting against your skin as he exerts more force.
“‘M’unna cum,” Toji groans into your temple.
You whimper when he moves forward and wraps your intertwined hands around your waist, holding you in place. Every stroke of his hip is longer, yet he is rutting his cock into your pulsing hole so fast that all he feels is his tip grazing your entrance before pressing up against your cervix.
“Fuck, Daddy’s gonna cum, baby,” he slurs against your skin, drunk on your fluttering pussy, lost in the moans and whimpers you make. “Squeeze my cock like a good girl, Princess. Ah, fuck… there we go. Take all of it. G’na give you a fuckin’ baby. Shit!”
In the next few thrusts, Toji groans your name and tilts his head to press his nose in your hair, taking deep breaths of your scent as he pumps his cock juice deep inside your cervix, staying buried to the hilt. His moans are shaky and his hips can’t help but twitch with one last thrust when your pussy clenches tightly around him, as if never letting him go.
“Fuuuck, baby girl,” he drawls lazily as that mindblowing numbness fades away and he is brought back to the present. He tightens his fingers around yours as he moans into your hair with a wet kiss. “You’re so fucking hot.”
You relax completely against the hard planes of his muscles and your father hums as he moves back to rest on his heels. His hands that are still holding you now slither across your waist and wrap around your body. He guides your connected hands to your lower belly.
“Do you think it would be a boy or a girl?” he mumbles, like he really is thinking of your unborn baby being conceived at this very moment.
You hum, turning your head and nuzzling your forehead in the column of his sweaty neck. “Want it to be a boy,” you murmur drowsily, your body now losing that electric pleasure and falling into a familiar somnolent state of rest. “Handsome like his Daddy…”
Toji huffs out a quiet chuckle that blows a few strands of your hair into the air. “I’d pity our son,” he plays along. His thumb caresses the soft skin below your belly button. “Never gonna have a girlfriend good enough when his Mommy is you.”
Toji is walking back from the toilet when he notices with a frown, two young men standing in front of your daybed, definitely chatting you up. A fire burns in his chest when he sees them laughing and getting comfortable with you.
You’re seated sprawled on the cushioned bed, posture relaxed, your smile friendly, your body language confident. He feels a muscle in his back twitch.
But when he gets close enough for you to sense his presence, he watches the way your eyes light up with relief, your grin genuinely happy. You sit up as he reaches the bed, and you immediately circle your arms around his waist. The guys turn to regard the newcomer.
“Toji,” you purr up at him, looking so pretty in the red bikini set you had to change into after this morning’s wake up call. “Some new friends were waiting for you.”
Your father’s hand naturally moves to rest on your shoulder in a sort of possessive claim. He frowns at you, eyes burning with annoyance. But you only continue beaming at him.
“They were scared to come up to you,” you explain gently. “But they just wanted to know your workout routine.”
Toji stares at you for a few seconds, not saying anything. Then he blinks and darts his eyes to the two men, who are smiling nervously at him.
“Yeah, hi, sorry,” one of them apologises hastily. “We’ve been bulking and doing all kinds of healthy shit but we can never achieve the kind of physique you have.”
The other one nods rapidly. “Yeah, it’s kinda insane, actually.” He can’t help dropping his gaze to trail over Toji’s broad chest and defined abs. “So insane,” he breathes, almost awestruck.
“They came from that daybed,” you add chirpily.
Toji’s vision follows the direction you’re pointing at, and he locates a big lounge sofa. The only spot in this beach club that has the most concentrated number of males. Good-looking ones at that, too.
He almost feels like slapping himself.
His guard lowers as he turns back to face the two men. Toji holds out a beefy hand. “Toji,” he introduces, though he still sounds as hostile as ever.
The two men introduce themselves as they shake his hand. Then, you tug on Toji’s forearm as you shuffle backward on the daybed.
“Come, sit!” you welcome, waving your hands at the empty half of the bed as Toji takes his place next to you.
You immediately move to curl up next to him, his thick arm around your frame like a protective armour. You rest your arm on his shoulder and lean your cheek on the back of your hand as you gaze at Toji.
You are giggling as you admit to him, “They said they waited for you to leave so they could talk to me, because you were too scary looking.”
The two guys erupt in a frenzy of explanations and apologies, at the same time huffing and whining at you for spilling their secret. Toji feels his lips quirking in amusement. He reaches out for his beer bottle and takes a long refreshing drag of it. He glances at the drinks in their hands.
“What are you drinking? Let me get you another.”
Before they hurry to reject the offer, you smile and explain, “His way of apologising and making peace.” They still look like they’re going to decline, so you add teasingly, “And he doesn’t take rejections very well.”
And so, Toji orders them a new round of drinks. For the next 20 minutes, you’re stuck listening to Toji and the two men discussing and sharing workout routines and diet tips. They’re such nice people, so respectful and friendly, that Toji buys them another round as they stay for another half hour, this time chatting about other topics that include you too.
When they’ve decided they’ve intruded long enough and have gone back to rejoin their friends, Toji gets a server to send them an expensive bottle of champagne. The whole table turns to cheer in your direction, thanking the both of you for the treat.
Your father finally stretches out his limbs now that you’ve got the whole bed to yourselves, an arm folded behind his head, the other still around you, though you’ve also moved to lay down next to him. Your head is on his shoulder, a hand on his chest, leg hiked up to rest on his thigh. The arm around you shifts slightly to cup your ass.
“Bet you were livid when you saw them talking to me, weren’t you?”
Toji rolls his eyes and settles them unseeingly on the people in the big pool in the middle of the beach club. He doesn’t say anything, so you reach up to trace the scar on his lips.
“Bet you thought they were hitting on me, didn’t you, Daddy?”
“Shut up,” he snarls.
Your giggle when he widens his mouth to snap playfully at your finger makes his chest bloom with warmth. He glances down to see you grinning cheekily at him. He clicks his tongue and you squeak in surprise when he reaches out to pinch your nose between his knuckles.
“Not my damn fault you’re so fucking pretty,” he grumbles, finally admitting to your accusations. “Can’t let my guard down around you for a second.”
“Or, what? The wolves are gonna come get me?” You laugh.
You’re still smiling against his lips when he leans in to kiss you, his loose hold on your ass tightening slightly for a publicly appropriate squeeze.
“Yeah,” he mumbles against your lips. “Wolves in the form of stupid young boys who think they stand a chance against me.”
Your family held yearly gatherings with your relatives, distant or not.
You remember it being tons of fun, knowing m̶o̶s̶t̶ all of your family members just contributed to that.
Today was no different, only the place being hosted was at your house. One flaw of holding such big events like these is the preparations. You spent a crucial amount of time tidying up various areas of the house, even the ones that would go barely noticed!
And it paid off! After all, you did this for a reason.
Just smelling the thick aroma of your favourite food on the table, the main dishes, it was enough for you to start flying to the scent. You couldn’t help it!
Then, the heart of the event came. You waved at your cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and your family-friends with genuine excitement. Making sure to use your manners, and respect your elders. The basic etiquette that you knew all too well.
However, you might’ve forgotten one more person. Your uncle Satoru, who was the last for you to greet. He didn’t walk in with anyone, just him alone. It's safe to say that you weren’t fond of him despite nothing weird happening (yet). You don’t know if it was the vibe he gave off, or his behavior towards you. Nonetheless, he’s the only person in the family that's ever made you feel this way.
“Hey, hey! There’s my favourite niece!”
He exclaimed as he entered the house, hugging you concerningly tight. You awkwardly hugged him back, as you felt his chest rubbing on your breasts, you should've never worn that top.
He chuckled as his touch left your back. He had his head up, but you could see his gaze down on you — no, your body. But perhaps you were just overthinking.
When it was time to eat, satoru just had to sit next to you. You dug your thumb's nail plate into the side of your index as you tried your best to tolerate your seating of choice. Everyone else had already picked their seat, so it was too late anyway.
You looked to your left, seeing satoru with the fakest grin on his face, before your gaze was cleared by the plates of food served on the table.
“So, how’s school?” He asked, digging out the food from the plate with his spoon. “Got a boyfriend?” He smirked, taking a sip of his glass as he raised an eyebrow. You were able to see his eyes more clearly here.
You were really holding in the urge to ignore him, but seeing your parents’ judgemental looks from across the table, you had no choice.
“Its fine. I’m not seeing anyone right now..” you uttered out, cutting the steak with your fork and knife. “Such a shame.. y’know, you’re one pretty girl,” he stuffed more food in his mouth, his voice sounding muffled as he spoke.
“I’d totally be into you, not being weird or anything.” Satoru said that with such casualty, no one near him dared to point it out, which left you to suffer in this uncomfortable situation.
You held back a cringe expression, and smiled sheepishly instead.
—
You could barely eat anything after that conversation, not that you ate much earlier, anyway. Walking upstairs to your room, you groaned seeing random children in your bed. Most likely from a relative that you didn’t know, was your best guess. You sighed before closing the door—
“Hey, [Name]!”
Fuck.
You turned around to see no other person than satoru, who had a wide grin on his face.
“Do you need anything?” You say, crossing your arms. “Oh well, I jus’ wanted to know if you were willing to watch a movie with me, at my place?”
You bit your lip in disgust. Trying your best to resist saying a hard no, before going to ask your parents. Lord, you were praying hard that they would say no.
“Sure, why not?”
You’ve never felt more disappointed in your life.
Your parents told you to pack some of your stuff in case if you were (un)fortunate enough to be staying over, and you did. Packing in your toiletries and new clothes, enough to fit in a backpack.
Satoru patted your head as you looked away, before groaning as you walked out of the house.
While out of the house, you could still hear the chatter and laughter that came from inside, oh how you wished to still stay.
“Why do we have to watch it at your house? I have my laptop.” You said, getting into the passenger seat.
“It’s just that I’ve never talked with my niece for a while! You can’t blame me when you’ve grown so much!”
You nodded, sighing.
—
To be fair, his house wasn’t that bad. The only good part of his house was his cat. She was a British short hair that wore a pink collar around her furry neck, you squealed in awe seeing her, immediately going to pet her.
“See? Told you you’d like it!” Satoru laughed, crouching down to see you pet her. “Now c’mon, I gotta give you a tour!”
“Um.. can I bring her with us..?” You asked meekly, holding in his cat in your arms. Hearing your timid request and the slight blush on your face made his pants stiffen as he accepted, showing you where your room is.
“This is the guest bedroom!” He happily announced, it was an empty room with a glass closet and a medium sized bed. Some boxes laid near the bedside table, but you didn’t mind. You unpacked, changing into your sleepwear as it was an hour before midnight. Yawning as you walked out to the living room, sitting next to satoru, who held a bucket of popcorn.
Just 10 minutes in, and you already felt your eyelids getting heavier. Satoru noticed, before waking you up.
“The movies not finished yet!”
“Mm.. but I’m tired..” you whined. Unknowingly leaning your body closer to his. Unbeknownst to you, satoru was trying hard not to palm his dick through his pants.
“I’m not letting you sleep until the movies finished..!”
“Then help me stay awake..”
Oh, he’s got an idea. A filthy one at that.
You whimpered with confusion as you felt your body change positions, satoru was picking you up, and adjusting your placement so you laid on your stomach. You whined in return, and that fueled his desires. Slowly taking off your shorts and panties at once, revealing your slick sex for him to admire.
“What are you doi—“
“Making you stay awake, remember?”
Your body was begging you to rest, and your brain was blurry, trying to process what’s happening, before it hits.
“Mm..” your sentence drifted off when you felt the subtle wind blowing against your pussy. It chased you with a sensation that was hard to get, arousing you as you tried shifting down to gain friction on your clit.
“Thought you were tired, hm?” Satoru whispered as he was already bare, his cock leaking a string of pre-cum as he aligned his tip on your entrance.
“You ready?”
You could only whimper in response. Whining as his cock stretched out your tight channel. “Fuck, that’s tight..” he had to give you small thrusts to make you get used to the feel, before going deeper. He picked you up, pinning your back on the cushions the wall as he fucked you on top.
“Mgh, ah! U-uncle satoru..!” you yelped as you held on tight, his cock was hitting all the places that made you fold. Every kiss to your cervix was like a step closer to paradise, your high was never ending. Not when satoru read you like a book, knowing which spot makes your eyes roll back and have you screaming for more.
Your walls clenched when he entered, he noticed how easily your pussy adjusted to his size. His tip poked your cervix deliciously as your pussy clamped down on his dick, your noises being cut off with his fastened pace, it left your legs shaking.
“‘M gonna cum, okay? Promise to keep your pussy full of my seed, baby..” he peppered your face with kisses. you could only talk through whimpers and whines, screaming one last time as his hot seed flooded in your womb, your body stiff as you came down from your small orgasm.
Tears spilled down your eyes as the pleasure ate you whole, satoru had to help you sit up, as helping you get clean.
if its okay what do u think about dad nanami being rough with his daughter since he was jealous seeing her flirting with gojo?🥺
and gojo x baby sister trope where she is 10-13yrs younger too!?
“Fed up.” — Nanami Kento.
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MDNI!
(Contains dark content.)
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💬 — HAI CUTIE!!! Ty for requesting 🥹 I shall do your next req after this, promise 💗 I tried to make the smut part longer since I always make it shorter than the actual story 😢 (also made gojo and reader into more of a teacher x student thing hope thats ok☹️) lmk what you think!
You hummed in the kitchen, quickly preparing yourself some lunch to munch on. All while your father was in the living room, reading a book. His eyes meet up with the loud clangs of plates and soft sounds of the toast plastered on your plate. You were in your uniform for jujutsu high, crumbs everywhere near your mouth.
“Baby?” He called out, it was loud enough for you to hear, but it had a sharp tone to his voice.
“Yeah?” You replied back, voice muffled from the bread in your mouth. Nanami sighed before turning back to his pages. “Going out? Again?”
You quicker gulped your your food. “Mm yeah.. ‘m sorry! Gojo sensei just wants me to train more, so that I can learn your technique better!” Nanami hummed in acceptance.
While yes, he trusts his daughter, this was arguably your 10th time out with gojo for “training”.
Sure, he’s glad you’re putting in a lot of effort, but even then at night, he’ll hear subtle footsteps on the carpet. Small squeaks of your door swinging back as you made your way out. He would only sigh it off. The thought of scolding his sweet girl was like asking for a death wish, no way would he do that! He loves you too much.
And in return, lets you off the hook.
He has work today at jujutsu high as well. So why not take you there?
“Uh.. I wanna take the bus. Just to be more independent!”
Oh, you were driving him crazy. He felt as if he’s not doing enough, like someone else was.. more important that him.
He sighed, “Well, stay safe sweetheart.” Nanami stopped you to give a light kiss on your forehead. You smiled before waving goodbye to him.
When in reality, you weren’t taking the bus at all.
It was gojo who was picking you up, flashing you his charismatic smile. You blushed before sitting in the passenger seat, closing the door and putting on your seat belt.
“So, how’s my favorite student doing?” He said while driving, one hand on your thigh.
“Good. But I’m kinda worried..” he snorts.
“Listen, if it’s about the exams, you’ll get it done in no time! Failing is for dummies, and you’re not one—“
“N-no.. That my dad will find out about us..”
“Oh please, [name]. He’s probably too focused on his own shit to really care about you, no offense.”
Hearing your teacher say all this was.. odd. And hurt your feelings a bit, but you couldn’t help to only agree.
“Haha.. maybe.”
His act was back on now that you swept the topic away.
“So, you’re going to school today, right?”
You nodded, while his smirk grew.
“You know how it is, meet me at my office after class.” You chuckled.
I mean after all.. you did this for your own “good”. You needed good grades, and silly enough.. you didn’t have it in you to really study all of the regular academics while also balancing out your knowledge of sorcery. Gojo caught that detail, you were lacking behind everyone else, might as well give you a helping hand?
But really, you didn’t like it either. He treated you as if you were nothing. Sure, he spoils you, but at the same time is unintentionally blunt, maybe even mean to you. You just couldn’t tell if he wanted the best for you or not..
—
“We’re here~” he got out the care while you also did the same.
“Thanks sensei!” You waved at him before walking to the campus. Then proceeding to hear a whistle. Turning back to see gojo lifting up his blindfold, with a cocked
eyebrow.
“You forgetting something?”
You laughed awkwardly, before getting on your tippy toes to kiss him. Each time you kissed, he always tries turning it into a make out session, which made you uncomfortable.. but rolling with it anyway.
“Bye, sweetheart.”
You nodded, waving back at him once more.
Your sensei was.. a lot sometimes. When you did proper training, it was a lethal amount. Making you spend hours on perfecting your technique, and when you couldn’t, he’d insult you. Or even get a bit physical.
“Really, [name]? This is the easiest part! If you can’t master this, I don’t get how you’d expect yourself to graduate..”
These moments would leave you in tears, making gojo comfort you in return, before telling you he was “just playing” and that you “need to toughen up.”
Online? It’s worse. He’d ask—beg for your pictures even. Whether you were actually horny or not, you couldn’t disobey like that. But if you were to ask him in return, it’ll be a straight up “no”, or no with a work related reason that made you confused.
Sooner or later, gojo took a step further and wanted you to have sex with him. When you refused, it would lead to blackmailing. Which only made you feel awful at the end of it.
You couldn’t lie, you were at fault for two things; starting a toxic relationship with your teacher, and making your father worry like hell.
It was about time that your secret would be spilled.
Nanami went into the campus, only stopping in his tracks to see you in a forced make out with gojo, his co-worker. Were you crazy?
While you didn’t see him, gojo most definitely did. Waving at Nanami to provoke him, acting as if nothing was wrong.
“Yo, Nanami—“
“Quit it.”
He mumbled as he walked past him. Gojo’s smirk was very apparent, even if Nanami didn’t see it.
—
When class ended, gojo drive you back to your house. you unlocked the door, walking in to meet eyes with your father, who is unfazed and rather, disappointed.
“Dad, what’s wrong?”
“Can we talk in your room, sweet thing?” He smiled, ushering you to your room.
There, he stood infringe of you while you sat on your bed. You thought that nothing was really wrong.
“Strip.”
Huh?
You were unsure why, but seeing his face of disapproval, you were stripping in no time.
Now, you understood when he had your legs up, cock abusing your cunt like there was no tomorrow. You couldn’t speak at his speed, with the overwhelming anger he put into his thrusts.
“How many times did he fuck you, hm?” Taking your hands off your mouth, you bucked your hips harder as you tried gaining your train of thought.
“A-a lot..”
your screams were filling up your room once his thrust slowed, but went deeper into your entrance — sending you in a trance.
“He ever used protection?” A harsh spank was sent on your ass, “y-yes, always!” You spoke quickly. “Just.. didn’t feel as good..” for the first time, you saw your fathers lips lift up in a grin.
“Good.”
Your pussy made loud squelching noises as he thrusted some more. God, did he expect you to be this wet for him. You gasped when his tip tickled your cervix entrance. “T-there..!” You whispered, eyes glistening at Nanami’s face.
“Silly girl. This is supposed to be your punishment remember? ‘M not hitting that spot again.”
Oh were you at fault for this. You wanted to say sorry to your father, for slutting yourself out for an asshole who didn’t even treat you properly.
But alas, now you get to feel his cock in your pussy better than anyone else’s. Nanami took his time to put you on edge, hips bucked well enough to make you cum, but nests his dick in your pussy when he felt you tighten on him.
He loved your cute squeaks and squeals when realizing that you won’t get to experience a proper orgasm, leaving you and your pussy still yearning for more.
“Please daddy..”
“Say it properly.” He dug his cock deeper, that made you yelp on instinct.
“Please.. let me cum..”
“Only if I breed you first.”
“Y-yes..” you nodded, doing anything to hit your climax, even if it means having your fathers baby. Nanami made you hold your legs back, giving him more space to thrust..
“did sensei ever fuck you like this?” He added with his cock still pistonjnf in your sore heat, your juices were sloppy from his previous takes before. but fear not, he wouldn’t edge you any longer.
“N-no, never! ‘M feeling so good.. don’t stop!” Luckily for you, he’d let your orgasm travel through this time.
“I won’t.”
He whispers, before his seed slowly floods inside you. As he lifted you up with give you a slow kiss, a shared saliva string between you both.
pairing | stepdad!bucky x reader
summary | after a long week away on a tiring mission, your stepdad shows you just how much he missed you.
warnings/tags | dddne, mdni (18+), stepcest, cheating, fluff, kissing, daddy kink, nsfw, smut, dom!bucky, sub!reader, possessive behavior, pinning wrists down, brief breast play, slight manipulation, spitting in mouth, finger sucking, pussy pronouns, fingering, brief mention of bucky wanting to eat reader out while she's asleep, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, hand around neck (no choking), bucky briefly mocks reader, dacryphilia, breeding kink, mentions of reader's mother and her finding out, cock warming, pushing cum back in, pet names (sweet girl, pretty girl, pretty baby, baby, love), no use of y/n
word count | 2.6k
angelic whispers | hey, angel!! here's another installment of stepdad bucky because i have a strange obsession with him right now, sorry (not really). this is not connected to my first fic, just something super smutty because i saw a tweet that said "'fuckkk i missed you' while sliding in >>>>" and immediately thought about stepdad bucky. fuck me *insert awkward smile here* happy gooning, freak (affectionate). dividers by me:)
temptation swirled around the pair of you like a carnal mist. sweat slicked bodies surrounded each other as heavy breaths tangled between parted lips, amongst the lust-filled air. the mattress squealed under the weight of your stepdad's presence, hovering above you.
bucky's knee was slotted between your legs, toned thigh pressed firmly against your panty-clad pussy. His solid hands were everywhere: lightly tugging on your hair, gripping your waist, and palming your breast. ravenous lips brushed yours as his metal hand settled on your jaw, tipping your head back at the perfect angle, so that he could lick into your mouth. your taste was on his tongue with a vengeance as if he couldn't rid himself of you even if he wanted to, which he didn't.
he'd jumped you as soon as he stumbled in the door, shedding the week-long mission along with his clothes. steel blue gaze landed on you instantly from your spot on the couch, and he hadn't bothered with checking if your mother was home. his strong, hulking frame crowded you, plucking you from the sofa and craddling you to his chest. you squeezed his torso, every bitter emotion melting away from the feeling of his embrace.
"missed my girl," he'd murmured into your hair. without warning, he'd lifted you, slinging you over his shoulder like a weightless sack of potatoes. you giggled breathlessly as he carried you down the length of the hallway to the bedroom with his palm braced over the round of your ass.
usually such a gentle man, who treated you as if you were as fragile as thin glass, he had tossed you onto the bed with a roughness you were unfamiliar with. it momentarily stunned you as your body bounced onto squeaky springs.
"buck," you gasped, but the surprise in your tone fell on deaf ears as he climbed on top of you.
his nose nudged the crook of your neck, lips pressing into you as he whispered against your skin, "say it, sweet girl. c'mon, tell me what i wanna hear. been deprived of hearin' those pretty lips say it."
you knew exactly what he wanted; it was the same thing every time. it was crucial that he heard it. he never begged, but he asked with urgency. sometimes you liked to make him wait for it until he was so eager that he started demanding it. but the super soldier seemed drained, bone-tired, as the week away weighed heavily on his shoulders, and he was desperate for relief.
so, you gave him what he craved. "i'm yours, daddy," you crooned, arching into his touch.
he moaned, leaning back with his eyes blown wide. disbelief was etched onto his features, as if no matter how many times you convinced him that the statement was true, it still sent him reeling.
bucky licked his bottom lip, drawing it in between his teeth with a hard bite. "that's right, baby. all mine," he confirmed before dropping his head to capture your lips in a heated kiss.
that's where you found yourself now, tongues sliding against one another as you clawed at his flexing shoulder blades. at one point, you were pulling him in, deepening the kiss. the next, you were shoving at his chest, trying to catch your breath.
breaking the kiss with a ragged exhale, he quirked a brow at your sudden behavior change. he gathered your wrists in his grasp, pinning them above your head as he inched closer to your face, noses nearly bumping with the proximity.
"what's the matter?" he asked, scanning your features.
you squirmed beneath him, struggling against his hold as worry crawled up your back like an anxiety-riddled cat. "she's going to be home soon," you answered.
of course, he knew who she was, but he didn't seem troubled by that information. your mother worked overnight shifts most days—that's how this all started in the first place—but unfortunately, that wasn't the case tonight.
"i'll be real quick. wanted to take my time with my precious girl, but we'll just have to save that for another time," he promised, punctuating it with a kiss to the tip of your nose.
reaching below your skirt, his fingers grazed over the lace center of your panties, sending little jolts of pleasure up your spine. you canted your hips off the bed, legs closing on instinct.
though his thigh kept you open, he spread you further. his flesh hand held down your inner thigh against the comforter until his knee came up to replace it. hard bone dug into silk skin as he kept you open. his other knee shifted, hooking under your opposite thigh and driving it upward until your knee was level with your midsection.
writhing, you thrashed against your restraints, but his grip only tightened around your wrists. "hold still f'me, love. gotta check in with this sweet pussy. did she miss me, too?"
a single digit traced the inner edge of your panties, adjacent to the unmistakable damp spot. "hmm…sure looks like she missed me," he muttered smugly with a wink.
moving the lace to the side, he revealed your cunt to his eager eyes. he parted the lips of your pussy with his middle and forefinger, watching the way your hole clenched around nothing.
"well, would you look at that, she's sayin' hi to daddy," he smirked. two antsy fingers skimmed up the length of your cunt, gathering your wetness and flicking over your throbbing clit. he brought the pair up to your face, tapping your bottom lip.
"go on, open. want you to taste yourself. taste my pussy, tell me how good she tastes," he growled. yet, you didn't obey, not when dread was clogging up your lungs, making it hard to breathe. it was difficult to let go when the unsettling thought of your mom coming home to see what her husband was doing to you, observing how you were unraveling for someone you had no claim to.
bucky tutted when you didn't listen, his flesh hand wrapping around your jaw in an unwavering hold. his two soaked fingers hovered above your cheek, not wanting to smear any of your arousal on you without giving a mouthful first.
"where'd my sweet girl go—the one who always listens to what i say?" he asked, tongue poking into his cheek in irritation.
"she's going to-" you started, but he immediately cut you off.
"no she ain't. stop worryin', and lemme take care of ya." still, you persisted, not offering him an opening into your mouth. he grumbled, squeezing your jaw a little rougher. "y'know daddy'll fuck you real good and hard, make all those worries disappear. you just gotta lemme in, baby."
you finally obeyed, separating your top lip from your bottom to show him the cave of your mouth. "there's my sweet girl," he praised, relinquishing his grip. "now, how 'bout you tell me how we taste together."
without another word, he spat straight into your mouth, his saliva instantly coating your tongue. directly after, he shoved his fingers into the gap with a nod, silently persuading you to close your mouth. you sealed your lips around him, sucking your juices off his digits. the combination of his spit and your wetness danced on your tongue in a harmonious blend.
you hummed, eyelashes fluttering shut as you lapped at his fingers. raising your head off the mattress, you took the pair deeper. "oh, fuck," he cursed lowly. "look at you. how does that taste? do we taste good together?"
you nodded, with a languid swirl of your tongue circling his fingers. withdrawing his digits with a soft pop, he relocated them back to your pussy. his calloused fingerpads pushed solidly against your entrance, your hole promptly expanding around the width of the pair. you let out a high-pitched moan as they thrusted into you without caution.
"sorry, love," he apologized half-heartedly. "gotta stretch you out. you haven't taken daddy's cock in a whole week, and those little fingers don't do much to keep you open f'me, huh? bet they don't even get you off now that i've spoiled you with my fat cock."
they drove in and out harshly, and he splayed the inserted digits, making room for himself. you yelped, bowing your back as he forced your body to adjust to him.
"i know, i know," he cooed. "but i gotta be quick. promise, i'll be gentle next time. just need you so bad. been achin' for my pretty girl. haven't even touched myself because nothin' feels as good as you."
the wet squelch of your dripping cunt echoed off the walls as he continued to finger you vigorously. you were panting, chest heaving with sharp intakes of air. "please, bucky. give me your cock. i can take it, i promise," you pleaded.
a huff of laughter escaped him at your impatience. "a lil demanding, aren't we?" he said, extracting his fingers. He held them up, the pair glistening with your arousal, and slid them between his lips, sucking them clean.
a deep rumble arose from his chest before he released them. "mmm…got me thinkin' 'bout sneakin' in 'ere tonight when you're asleep, and slip under these covers just to eat this sweet pussy."
he freed your wrists, moving both hands to clutch your waist and reposition you. "ooh, i wondered how you'd sound," he continued. "would you make cute lil sleepy noises, or would you sing for me, without carin' 'bout who hears?"
shifting you onto your side, he lifted your right leg, resting it on his opposite shoulder. the clang of his belt buckle, followed by the zipper on his jeans, filled the space. he tugged down the denim that hugged his hips, enough to slip his dick out of the confines of his boxers.
you felt him tap his tip against your center as he lined himself up. clutching your ankle with his free hand, he slipped the tip through your slick folds and pushed in gently. a shared groan was torn from you and your stepdad as he stretched you out; his fingers had nothing on the girth of his cock.
"fuckkk," he rasped. "i missed you. missed how perfectly you fit 'round me."
He seized your leg, metal-plated fingers digging into your smooth skin. he hugged it to his chest, luring your ankle up to his lips, planting a lingering kiss on the bone before burying himself to the hilt. he gave you a deep, measured grind before he drew back and slammed right back in.
you bent backward, your spine curving at a delicious angle. eyes squeezed shut, and hands searching for anything to grab, you shrieked loudly. bucky's thrusts were punishing, making your tits bounce with every jolt of his hips.
surrendering his hold on your ankle, his hand wandered up your front, fingers getting briefly caught in the material of your skirt. his hand snaked beneath your shirt, cupping one of your breasts and massaging it gingerly.
that only caused your head to tilt back further, neck craned, as you faced the bed frame. yet, your eyes stayed closed, the creases near your eyelids even more prominent now. his palm migrated from under your shirt, drifting over your collarbone, and settling on your neck.
he didn't choke you, but with the leverage he had, he turned your head, forcing you to face him. "c'mon, baby," he muttered. "wanna see you. wanna be able to see when those pretty eyes glaze o'er."
you peeled your eyes open, unfocused eyes locking on steel blue ones. "oh, poor thing," bucky mocked. "you're already gone, aren't you? you drunk on daddy's cock? my lil cock drunk girl."
your jaw went slack, babbling incoherently, "f-feels…'s…g-good."
chuckling darkly, he tilted his head, observing how your face contorted with pleasure. his dick was an angry force, driving into you fiercely. you felt every vein and ridge of him as he glided through your plush walls. manicured toes curled next to his head as he hit that sweet spot, grinding up into you when he was fully sheathed in your cunt.
he leaned forward, pinning your leg between your bodies. his palm scooped your head up, lifting it slightly to gaze into your eyes. the eye contact was intense as he pounded you into the mattress below. you nearly got lost in his eyes for a second, but he dragged you right back to the present when he increased his pace.
you were whimpering from the brutal build of your orgasm. the coil in your gut was winding taut, and it was threatening to explode. your cunt clenched around him, causing him to lurch forward.
"you close?" he asked, voice strained from the effort it took not to cum right then and there. you could only moan in response as your hands curled in the sheets. "oh, pretty baby, you're gonna make me cum. gonna cum right inside ya, fill ya right up. you want that?"
you nodded frantically, your eyes welling up with tears as the intensity behind the rise of your climax rattled the cage of your ribs. the tears spilled over, cascading down the swell of your cheeks.
"shh…i gotcha, love," he assured, slipping a knuckle up your face to catch the falling tears. "cum f'me."
you didn't need very much convincing because your pussy was already rippling around him. you came with a broken cry, your eyes rolling back as it crashed into you with the full weight of a wrecking ball. you shuddered, your leg shaking beside his head. you rode the wave of your orgasm as he worked you through it, proceeding to ram into your drooling cunt.
"that's it, baby—fuck—" he grunted, still holding back. "you look so pretty when you cum."
bucky's thrusts turned sloppy as his own climax threatened to take over his form. he moaned gravelly, "'m gonna fill you up. gonna put a baby in you, sweet girl. make you all beautiful and round with my child."
he huffed out a dry laugh. "what would your ma say, huh? we'd be caught red-handed, the evidence of what we've been doin' would be right in your swollen belly."
one of your hands came up, even in the daze of your euphoria, cupping the back of his neck to draw him nearer. "i don't care. fill me, daddy. make me yours," you begged, your voice utterly wrecked.
that did him in; his mind was reeling, and his eyes darkened. before you knew it, his hips stuttered in their movement, and he was spilling into. loads of cum coated your walls as he called out your name. it seeped from the small seam of your pulsating pussy, dripping onto the clean sheets below.
holding himself there, he reveled in your warmth as he came down from his high. he gazed down at you affectionately, eyes gleaming with a swarm of emotions. he knew how wrong this was, but he couldn't find it in his heart enough to care. you were catching your breath, unaware of the feelings that were swirling in his chest.
when he pulled out, he glanced down at where you were joined. your combined release trickled down your cunt. "ah-ah," he tutted, gripping his cock to shovel the cum back into your throbbing hole with his tip. "gotta push it back in so it sticks, yeah?"
you inhaled shakily, your head lulling to the side. a tired, sweet grin stretched across your lips while you watched him with hooded eyes.
"what're you smilin' at?" he teased.
"nothing," you responded. "just missed you."
in that moment, it felt like you hung the stars for him. his chest ached from those three simple words. if he were being honest with himself, he would've said he felt like half of himself was missing in his week away. instead, he murmured, "missed you too, sweet girl."
🧸✒️summary —· clark swore last time would be it, and he was wrong, but now he's sure this one will be the last. (no he's not, and no it won't.)
🧸✒️includes —· stepcest duh, gentle clark, dad/daddy kink, unprotected sex, cowgirl position, creampie, a twinge of guilt on clarkie's part
"We — huff — we should—" Clark groaned at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock, eyelashes fluttering as he stumbled over his words. "Nngh..." He accepted defeat, allowing the blankets to swallow him up while you took what you needed.
You'd ended up in his room this time for a reason Clark's mind felt too fuzzy to remember. If he had to guess, he probably let you talk him into it, just like he'd done with your whole entire arrangement.
You, with one hand flat on the middle of your stepdad's chest, kept riding him, rolling your hips and letting out a small, "Oh," when you found that spot that felt particularly good. You were getting the hang of it for someone who'd never ridden anyone before, Clark noticed, then remembered how he'd gotten himself into this situation.
You had approached him after a long, agitating day at work. He settled in his room and switched on the TV with no plans to move until morning when you walked in (without knocking, might he add!) begging and pleading to 'practice' something on him.
Clark idly agreed without asking any further questions, assuming you wanted him to give his opinion on a school project or something. He only realized his mistake after you plopped down onto his bed, straddling him and tugging down his pants while you rambled promises about wanting to do all the work and making your dad feel good. And by then, well... Clark was functionally powerless.
He'd played the part of the reluctant, responsible father figure at first, folding once you bounced on his cock for a few minutes.
"Baby," He whined, both of his hands coming up to your waist.
You gasped at the warmth, smiling down at him before placing your free hand over one of his. "Y- yes, daddy?"
Clark groaned again, his inhale sharp and strained. "Gonna cum, doll." He used his hands to quicken your speed, now hitting that special spot deep inside you every time with precision.
You let your arms relax at your sides, following your stepfather's lead by rocking your hips up into him. The dainty little silver chain with his initial — a tiny 'c' in cursive subtle enough to go unnoticed in public — dangled against the Tiffany heart necklace he bought you last year for your birthday, both glinting in the light that shined through his open window. Your hair had been pinned up into a bun before, but over time it'd gradually fallen until the bobby pins were just decoration and your usually neat, soft locks were all frizzy. Sweat glistened down the front of your body and your thighs, glinting in the light and mixing with Clark's sweat. Could a father and daughter be any closer? It was a beautiful sight, but it reminded Clark about the one thing he resented about himself.
He was so easy for his stepdaughter.
You let out a loud, shrieking whimper, Clark was one lucky man that your mother was away again. The neighbors? They'd just have to deal with it.
"Dad," You moaned. "Dad, dad, I... Oh..."
Clark's thumbs pressed into your ribs gently. "What, baby? What is it, tell me."
You whimpered again, biting your lip before you let your mouth fall agape, and your eyes rolled back as you told him, "I'm- I'm gonna cum, dad!"
You rolled your hips as you rode out your orgasm, blinking away tears all the way through. Clark thrusted up and you could feel he was close so you tried to make it better for him, attempting, weakly, to ride him again. He could almost laugh if he wasn't so fucked out. No, you'd done your job, and you'd done it well.
"Baby," He moaned, shooting his hot load into you. You'd made up your mind that him cumming in you wasn't that bad. It was the ultimate show of love, after all.
"I love you." He whispered out soon after, as if he was reading your mind.
"I love you, too!" You grinned, leaning down and kissing the breath away from your stepfather's lips.
"Sweetheart-" He mumbled into your lips, trying to pull away. You held his shoulders tight and kissed him harder.
You finally pulled away only to suggest, "Let's go again, dad." Still smiling as you grinded on him. He had that reluctant look on his face again, his gaze shifting awkwardly side to side. From your mother's favorite perfume sitting on the nightstand, to clothes you'd left scattered on the floor.
"Please?" You bargained.
Clarity cleared up some of the fog in his mind. "We shouldn't. What we're doing, it's..." He shook his head. "We shouldn't do it anymore. That was the last time."
You scoffed. "What?" Then you frowned, once you realized he was being serious. "But I wanted to cum again, and we didn't even get to do anal..." You trailed off, now looking to the side too with a small pout.
Clark's eyebrows shot up. God, he did not need that mental imagery while he was trying to quit you. His cheeks went bright red when his imagination didn't let up. The thoughts rushed in of you on your hands and knees for him, letting him stretch you out with his thick fingers before he finally—
"Get off me, honey." He ordered in his gentlest voice, feeling himself start to harden again.
You obeyed and rolled over next to him, taking only a few seconds to 'look' for a towel to wipe yourself clean of your stepdad's load before shrugging it off and letting him drip down your thighs hotly.
"Are you sure you don't ever want to do it again, daddy?" You yawned, tilting your head to look up at him.
"It- It isn't about what we want, honey, it's about what we shouldn't do again."
You breathed in, asking him one more time, "Are you really sure?" Then, "No one will know if we keep doing it when mom isn't here."
"Golly, I'm a bad example..." Clark smoothed a hand down his face.
His expression went unreadable. "I won't tell," You added, unsure if that would help, but wanting to regardless.
You didn't want Clark to feel guilty, he was objectively a good dad. He always gave you whatever you wanted, so you weren't about to let him deny himself of what you knew he wanted. Another glob of his cum seeped out of you, and you rubbed your thighs together so it wouldn't stain the clean sheets.
"That's-" Clark sighed. "That's not how it works."
"Oh." You were a bit stuck here, then. Until you got an idea. Eureka. "We could just cuddle?"
Clark found himself nodding slowly. Stupidly believing he could hold himself to that. "Yeah, that... that could work, you're right."
You gave him a satisfied smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, sinking into the soft mattress.
It doesn't take long for Clark to start rutting into you, though, effectively ruining your cuddle session.
This is wrong, I should stop, Clark tells himself. His cock slides up your wet slit, eventually he's leading himself into your hole. I should stop, he tells himself again when he's burying his head in the crook of your neck, fucking his cum deeper into you.
No, it isn't, he thinks all of a sudden. It isn't wrong, she loves this, loves me.
An epiphany, perhaps. You just wrap your legs around his waist when he cums again, petting his hair like he's a dog and whispering praises in his ear about how he's such a good daddy.
Clark takes it all without shame, this time. When he's done, he falls asleep with the two of you still wrapped up in each other, surely leaving messes that'll be a pain to clean later.
But you're just glad that your dad is finally happy.
cw:: stepcest, cheating, virgin reader, lots of praise, so much praise
for the most part, you did feel bad. scratch that — all you could feel right now was the immense pleasure as you rode stepdad! nanami on your hotel bed.
he turned your two stuffed animals around so they wouldn't have to witness this. this... what exactly was this?
you fucking your moms husband. you were the flower girl at their wedding all those years ago. kento nanami: the kind, polite man who was nearly twice your age.
he was the man who showed up to all your dance recitals and school plays while your mom was out gambling.
the man who rushed out of work when you fell off down two flights of stairs at college just to make sure the hospital staff was treating you with the upmost care. your mom? who knew where she was. by the time she reached out —back from a bender, most of your injuries were already healed...
nanami was always the one who would get out of bed to soothe you when he heard you screaming from a nightmare — your mom could never be bothered to deal with it (if she even was home) :(
the incredible man who worked constant overtime just to get you through college and literally anything else you wanted. you were his little girl after all.
the best stepdad who showed up to the father-daughter dance when your bio dad ignored your phone calls :(
kento nanami was the man who taught you how to ride a bike. and he's also the same man teaching you how to ride his cock.
"shhh... i know it's alot. breathe baby. ive got you" and he always did. nearly your whole life, it was always nanami who was there for you. you trusted him. he knew you better than you knew yourself.
and that's why you can't bring yourself to feel regret. you love him and you know he loves you too. had you not walked in one night on your bio dad getting sucked off by your mom, maybe you wouldn't have pursued nanami.
he was the one, of course, to console you. your bio dad wouldn't ever show up for you when you needed him, yet he would show up for that? your mom not even caring she was actively cheating on nanami. her reasoning being "he worked and spoiled you too much." :(
nanami was devastated, but just like he was always there for you, you were there for him. that night you both found out, neither of you could stay in the same house as her — quickly checking into a hotel nearby kento's work.
there was only one bed, but it would be fine. you weren't sharing a bed with a stranger or anything; it was just your stepdad.
the only person to truly provide for you, protect you, love you... unconditionally.
you would quickly strip down to just your panties and a tshirt while nanami was in the shower, and slide under the covers with your teddy bears, feigning sleep.
it was only when nanami finally sat down on the bed, brushing the hair out of your face and whispered "you're everything im not supposed to want, yet here i am in bed with you," did you slowly blink your eyes open.
before nanami backed away, scared he was overstepping, did you pull him back towards you.
"you're everything i want too..." you whisper back. "we don't need her — she wasn't there for us anyways."
nanami softly patted your head, nodding. he agreed, but was still hurt by your mom's betrayal :(
you cuddled with him until you both fell asleep. that was, until you tossed and turned, over and over, waking yourself up at two am. you softly gasped when you realized there was something poking against you >.<
"dad?" you whisper, hoping he's still asleep.
he's not.
"s-sorry, princess" he says a little too quickly. "can't sleep?" you shake your head and scoot even closer to him. whatever was poking you before was definitely still there.
nanami tries to scoot away from you, but there wasn't too much space on this hotel bed.
"p-please, i don't think you should be near me right now..."
"why not?" you pout, crawling even closer. "do you not want me either?"
"of course i do, baby... it's just..." he trails off, closing his eyes with a heavy breath.
"you're hard..."
"yes," he admits. "im sorry. i work alot and your mother never wanted to."
your left hand slowly inches toward his chest then idly slides downward. "what if I helped you with that?"
"no, baby," he protests. gently holding your hand so you don't go down any further. "we can't."
"why not!"
"i'm your—"
"stepdad."
"i raised you."
"that just makes me love you more."
"princess, please don't make this harder than it already is."
you snatch your hand away from his, sliding down his chest to grip his length. "I think you're already pretty hard dad," you giggle, but continue to firmly grasp it like patrick star once instructed on your satruday morning cartoons.
"please, kento. dad. i want this and i want you. it's always been you. please"
your plead snuffed out the last of nanami's resistance. if his wife was going to cheat, it was only fair he did the same. right?
nanami tugs down his pj pants and boxers with your help. his hands find their way to your clothed pussy, slowly rubbing you through the fabric.
once your eyes feast upon nanami's full, throbbing cock, your eye's are immediately going wide.
"she didn't want this!? this fucking monster!"
"language, sweetie."
"sorry."
you tentaively grasp it again, going up and down it with your hand awkwardly.
he wraps his hand around yours, guiding you up and down his length. even in this fucked up situation, nanami was still there to teach you, guide you.
"sorry, im not experienced. i've never..."
"never? fuck. imgoingtohell"
"language, daddy!" you echo back to him with a smile. it actually calms his nerves.
"just follow my lead and if you want to stop-"
"i want this," you reassure him.
he continues to guide your much smaller hands up and down his cock. maybe if you only do this it won't be that much of a sin. if only....
without him instructing you, your tongue finds it's way around his tip. delicately licking as if it were a tootsie pop.
nanami doesn't stop you. in fact, he places his hand on the back of your head, helping you take more of him into your mouth.
"you sure you've never done this before?" he's throwing his head back. your taking more and more of him into your mouth. you shake your head but don't let up. "you're doing amazing, baby."
nanami is a man who loves to give praise and in his case he means every word. "look at you," he's brushing back some of your hair. "doing so well for me."
fuck, if it wasn't for the extreme lack of sex with your mother nanami probably could've lasted so much longer. you bob your head up and down a few more times until it's too much — nanami's lifting your head off of him and grabbing a nearby handkerchief. of course he has one on standby.
you almost wish he would've let you taste his seed. you imagine he would taste sweet, like pineapples.
"maybe we should stop" he suggests. there goes that polite conscience again.
"i want it to be you," you declare, straddling his hips before he can change his mind. "please. i want my first time with you."
he relents, flipping you over in a swift move. "if you insist." he kisses down your neck, large hands sliding down your sides. "i should make sure you're ready for me"
"but i—"
"shh," his long fingers shush you. "god, you're soaked."
he takes his fingers, rubbing you through your panties, circling that sensitive nub. he gives it a loving kiss, then another and another. until he's sliding your panties out of the way—marveling at his stepdaughters beautiful pussy for the first time.
nanami, with most things, likes to take his time — savor the moment. but it wasn't easy with your cute little whimpers and your hands on the back of his head, pressing him down til he was nearly suffocating in your fluids (not that he minded).
his warm tongue lapped at your clit, prasing, worshipping it. over and over, he feasted on you until you were a shaking mess. he carefully added a finger, stretching you out slowly. the last thing he wanted was to hurt you when he finally sunk himself inside you.
god. nanami kento could eat pussy for days.
"i want you inside," you begged. "please"
anything for his little girl. but not before he made you come on his face. he licked and sucked and devoured you even faster now — adding a second finger inside you. it wasn't until you completely lost control, squirting on his face did he stop. he lapped up your sweet taste, savoring the flavor of you.
he (begrudingly) left his spot between your legs to flip you back on top of him. "up here, princess."
and you're straddling him again, wet slick dripping down his cock.
"princess, are you absoultely sure?" nanami's eyes are locked onto yours, searching for any sign of doubt. any reason he shouldn't fill his stepdaughter to the brim.
the kiss to his lips gives him his answer. it wasn't like any previous kiss you had before — those were cute, innocent. this kiss was filled with passion, as if you were his lover, everything a dad-daughter kiss shouldn't be; yet you both loved it more than anything else.
he taps your entrance with the head of his angry cock. once, twice, god, it was agony — the teasing. he envelops the tip, covering it with your slick, hoping it'll make it go in easier.
"this might hurt, but, you're in control here" nanami's voice is low, soft, and controlled, as he always is. "take your time." you nod as his large, warm hands hold on to your sides, and he helps lower you down onto him.
it was heaven and hell.
hell because it fucking hurt. your tears were uncontrollable, freely flowing down your cheeks. it truly broke nanami's heart seeing you in pain like that. "breathe, breathe," he whispered. he didn't move an inch, and fuck, did he want to. it took everything within him not to flip you prone and fuck you like an animal in heat.
yet
it was heaven because your way-too-tight walls were clenching down hard on nanami's cock, it was almost painful for him. but the feeling was euphoric. and it wasn't just the fact he was in someone, but the fact that it was you.
the first person to text him happy birthday every year. the sole reason he celebrates father's day, despite not having any bio children. the person who counts on him to always be there for you. the only woman he would ever want to be inside from now on. his stepdaughter — the love of his life.
your sinking, down, down, slowly onto his cock with his guidance. fuck kento for being so damn big. he was borderline monster size. and it didn't help that he had two prominent veins running down his shaft, two veins you could feel inside.
he's wiping your tears with one of his hands. "shhh... i know it's alot. breathe baby. ive got you".
your holding on to him, adjusting to his enmorous size, and then finally, you move. awkwardly at first — it is your first time, but he won't rush you. in fact, he's giving you nothing but praise.
"that's it princess... just like that." fuck, you're so tight. "you're doing so well for me."
you found a good rhythm, bouncing up and down, like it was the best feeling in the world; and to nanami, it was.
"yes, baby girl," his grunts are vocal now. "that's so good. keep going just like that." and you do. up and down, up and down, up and down. you want to cry again, but this time not from pain. all you feel now is undeniable happiness and pleasure.
you don't know how much longer you can keep this up :(
you want to stay like this forever, but your hips, your legs, they're quickly getting sore.
and of course, nanami notices.
"you're okay sweetheart, you're safe. let me take care of everything."
and just like that, kento nanami has you on your back and he's between your legs again — missionary— his favorite position. call him old fashioned, but he never gets tired of hovering above his lover, looking into their eyes while he's pleasuring them. and the fact that it's you, his perfect stepdaughter? he almost came again the moment he slid back into you. he's surprised he hasn't already.
"you're so tight darling. f-fuck" nanami's panting. "too tight for me, aren't you?"
all you can do is nod in between your moans. you feel so fucking full. nanami, —the man who is usually so calm and controlled— was going feral. he was bucking into your hips, as if his life depended on it. he didn't want to hurt you, but he couldn't hold back anymore. not in this perfect, perfect pussy of yours.
he leans down to kiss you again and it's filled with every emotion neither of you can say aloud. your moans are music to his ears. when your bucking your hips up to him to meet his thrusts, his heart melts <3
he won't last much longer. he's fucking you soo deep into the bed. between your moans and nanami's praise and grunts, all he can focus on is how deep he is inside of you. and how fucking badly he wants to cum. your moans are so loud that you're covering your mouth from embarrassment.
"let me hear you, sweetheart." he reassures you. "let it out". and you do. every sound, every moan, all the pleasure you feel is because of nanami and you're gladly letting him know.
"dad, dad, dad" is all you can make out, as your fingers tangle in his hair and his heavy balls slap against your clit.
kento nanami is a responsible man. ideally he should pull out, cum literally anywhere else. but you've brainwashed him. your pussy was fucking magical and he can't bring himself to pul out.
"i know it's wrong, i know...." he wants to curse his conscience. "but you feel too good."
"it's okay, dad..." you're eyes are open, looking into his. "you can do it inside."
if nanami wasn't going to hell, this was surely the icing on the cake. he plunged into you, deeper and deeper, rutting into your perfect cunt — his cock kissing your cervix. you wrap your legs around him, kissing him.
with a grunt of your name, he spills into you. filling your pussy with everything that is him.
"such a needy little thing, huh? locking your legs around me" he's kissing you over and over and over, from your forehead to your chin, all over your face. <3 "you just wanted to be filled, didn't you?"
"uh-huh," is all you can muster out, and you smile — a happy, genuine smile.
he pulls out of you, rolling over for a moment to catch his breath. he's twice your age, but he's still got decent stamina (something he'll happily prove in the future).
as if it were routine, nanami is sliding out of bed, only to return with a hot towel. he's cleaning you up like it's second nature, and for him, it is. only difference is he isn't cleaning mud off of you from you playing outside in the rain when you were little, he's gently cleaning his cum and rubbing you with his utmost care.
it's truly confusing how your mom could ever cheat on him. he provided, he loved, he cared, he cooked, he cleaned, he fucked, he was perfect. if not for her, then absolutely for you.
your fingers slide down between your folds, scooping up some his seed that he missed. you bring it to your lips, humming when the taste reaches your lips. you were right. he does taste like pineapples :)
"you make the filthiest things feel so pure," he chuckles, sliding into bed with you. "what am I going to do with you?"
oops this got really long >.< i lost the plot again. omg im a freak :((
my cunny weeps and asks politely yet trembling,"more dad gojo when?"
don't worry...daddy gojo is here <33 I hope you like this one, I was giggling when I wrote it >:3
Dad Satoru and his new girlfriend
cw: breeding, incest
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Satoru sleeps around a lot. I mean, why wouldn’t he? He’s good looking, he has an amazing body, and his cock perfect in every way possible. Besides, sex is sex, and sex is amazing. Sure, there are times when it takes him a while to finish, but that doesn’t mean the sex is bad. You could call him a manwhore of sorts. He sleeps with whoever he wants, wherever he wants.
But that's in the past now. Now hes damn near reaching his 50’s, his white hair is streaked with silver that blends in evenly, and his once young face is beginning to crease with wrinkles. Don’t get it wrong, he’s still very handsome, but now instead of that rockin’ body he once had, his muscles are hidden under the dad-fat he’d gained over the years.
Ah. Thats right, he’s a father now.
How long ago was it? Maybe 7 years ago, Dad!Satoru decided to settle down, and about a year into that marriage, he had a child. A son, who looks just like him. However, not everything has a happy ending. The year his son had turned 3, his marriage shattered into pieces. His wife, which he once thought was the woman he’d love forever, cheated on him with a co-worker of hers. Of course, the marriage ended soon after, and now he has to split custody over his son with his wife.
But now, Dad!Satoru was far happier. Not long after his divorce, he met the cutest girl he’d ever laid eyes on. You. So cute and timid, a little over 20 years old and wandering around aimlessly at a bar he frequents. Dad!Satoru wasn’t one to go after girls so much younger than him, but he was a newly single man, and he was starting to get lonely.
So he took you to bed, and he swore, he fell in love the moment your pussy gripped his cock.
Dad!Satoru fucked you all night. His chest pressed against your back, whispering crude comments into your ear while he fucked you into another orgasm. But you weren’t the only one to cum that night. No, Dad!Satoru swears he came more that night than he has within the past few years. You matched his high libido, your moans were so sweet, your eyes were so enchanting…
Ah. But enough of that. Now, you’d been his girlfriend of 3 years, and he swears those past three years were the best of his life. Not only was the sex great, but it felt as though you completed him entirely. Like you were a missing part of him he didn’t know was gone until now.
Dad!Satoru got to know you well over the years. He knows about how you struggled in life, living with your low income single mother, and how you’ve been trying to find your father for the past few years in an attempt to reconnect with him. His heart ached when he thought of it. He couldn’t imagine what that life must’ve been like.
Dad!Satoru felt closer to you after that conversation. He felt as though…you were the one. His son loved you, and you took care of him so well. Yes. You had to be the one, the one he’d been missing his whole life.
He wanted you. He wanted to marry you. He wanted to start a new life with you, he wanted to have more children with you. He wanted it all. And he would do it tonight.
Dad!Satoru had you pinned down to the bed, fucking his aching cock deeper into your warm pussy. His son was with his mother this month, and now the two of you could let loose. His cock pounded into you at a maddening pace, and he could feel his muscles tense up from the strain. Your pussy was frothing with white, the past 5 loads of cum squirting and spilling out of your hole was an addicting sight.
Dad!Satoru felt a warm flush rise in his chest when you screamed out ‘Daddy!’ as you came, your eyes rolling back as you cooed and whimpered out the sweet petname throughout your orgasm. Dad!Satoru held you close, moaning in your ear as he finally came inside, one last time.
This was it.
“Sweetheart…” He said “I have something to tell you…”
Your glossy eyes trailed up to meet his, and with a tender swipe, he gently brushed away the line of drool escaping your swollen lips. A satisfied grin creeped up on your face, and you giggled hoarsely.
“I have something to tell you too.”
What?
Dad!Satoru sat up, his softening cock sliding out of your weeping puss. He could see the gush of cum that escaped your open cunt, and despite his exhaustion, his cock twitched in arousal. His arms wrapped around you, kissing your neck tenderly as he murmured.
“Should I go first, or you, my love?”
Your hum echoed in the warm air, and for a moment he could almost hear the gears in your head turning. Then you spoke.
“I will. It’s quick, anyways…”
Dad!Satoru’s eyes furrowed as you reached over to the nightstand, and for a second, he thought you were reaching for the spare box of condoms. However, when you reached for a piece of paper beneath some old trinkets and gifts he bought you, a confused tilt of his head was all he could muster.
“I finally found my dad. It took some time but…I did it.”
Dad!Satoru’s eyes widened, and a wide smile formed on his lips. But before he could congratulate you, before he could even think of asking how you found out, his heart stopped as you pulled out the picture of your father.
Your blog is so hot oh my God! I love your writing...perhaps could I ask for a Daddy!Nanami x reader or a dub-con with Toji? Thank u so much love !!! 💗✨️
i took a bit of creative libery with this one, sorry <33 also writing this one made me feel so bad i actually felt so sorry for reader :(
Bad Dad Toji and his baby girl
cw: incest, breeding, Toji is a jerk, drunk sex, dubcon(?), reader doesn't rlly want it so is it non-con?
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DeadbeatDad!Toji never wanted a kid and it shows. Hardly ever home, he only comes back to make sure you’re not dead and crash onto the couch for a week. He’s constantly pulling the ‘I raised you, you owe me this’ card…but he never raised you. No, even when you were a kid, he’d drop you off at some daycare without a word, only coming to pick you up when the sun was beginning to set :(
But you never blamed DeadbeatDad!Toji. He was a single father, and taking care of you must have been so hard on him! So you always forgave him, always took care of him when he passed out on the couch, always patched him up when he came home bruised and beaten. It was the least you could do.
Now that you’re older, you take care of the old home DeadbeatDad!Toji raised you in. Sure it was a little gross and…really really old, but it was home! All your sweet memories were buried in the old walls, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave :(
DeadbeatDad!Toji barely talks to you when he does stay over, only exchanging a few words like ‘you need to restock your fridge’ or ‘I need a few bucks to go shoppin’ of course, you always listened, he was your dad after all! And even though he was a deadbeat, never really there for you, you just can't help but love him :(
So when DeadbeatDad!Toji stumbles home drunk and barely able to keep himself on his two feet, you immediately rushed over, cooing softly while you led him to the couch. You tried to ignore the way his hands kept grabbing your hips and ass, but when he slapped and groped your plush ass, chuckling as he spoke drunkenly about how well you grew into yourself, you just couldn’t ignore it.
DeadbeatDad!Toji drags you down with him on the couch, groping your soft skin, his nails digging into your flesh, leaving small bruises from the force of his touch. He kisses your neck and your jaw, rutting his hips up into your despite your struggles to get away.
And when you try to stop him, try to push him away, he only holds you down closer, whispering in your ear about how he deserves this, that he spent so many years of his life taking care of you, and now you couldn’t let him do this one thing?
DeadbeatDad!Toji squishes your cheeks together forcefully, slamming his lips messily onto yours. When you squirm again, he pulls away and bites your bottom lip hard, growling out how you owe him this, just this one thing, since you ruined his life all those years ago :(
DeadbeatDad!Toji doesn’t blink when your eyes widen, those cute little things filling with sadness and then resignation, finally letting him play with you. He whispers crude things, telling you how you look just like your mom, how your tits feel so much heavier than hers, and how well you’ll take his cock.
DeadbeatDad!Toji barely stretches you out, only slipping in two fingers into your puss to break your hymen before messily shoving his cock inside you. He kisses you again when you scream, shutting your cries of pain with his lips as he rocks his hips, cock filling you so nicely he can see a small bulge in your belly <3
DeadbeatDad!Toji thrusts into you weakly, groaning quietly into your lips. Fuck, he almost passes out inside you, the warmth of your pussy almost lulling him to sleep. Ahhh, but the ache in hisa balls is too strong :( and even when he weakly ruts into your pussy, his cock still throbs and pulses as he creams inside you.
DeadbeatDad!Toji passes out right after, cock buried in your pussy as you wipe away your tears, mumbling a soft ‘sweet dreams’ to your daddy.
I 1000% got carried away writing this,,,and i didn't even plan on writing this today but uuuughhhh I JUST LOVE NANAMI SOOOO MUCH i hope you like it <3333 @nanamitiddiechomper
Busy daddy Nanami and his sweet girl P.1
cw: incest, breeding
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BusyDad!Nanami spends more time with you than he does with his wife. With both their busy schedules and conflicting work shifts, the only real times he gets to be around his wife is during the weekends, but even then, he tends to stay close to you, his sweet girl. It’s only natural. He raised you, fucked you, he tended to your every whim and need, and now, you’re attached to his hip like a little parasite he can’t get rid of. Not like he wants to get rid of you anyways.
BusyDad!Nanami hardly blinks when his wife states she’ll be going out of town for a business trip, something about securing a deal with a high paying patron. He doesn’t really care. No. What he does care about, is the way your foot is slowly rubbing up and down his calf, the fabric of his dress pants doing little to dull the feeling of your toes.
When BusyDad!Nanami spares you a glance, the first thing he notices is the way your eyes spark with mischief. He knows you’re already planning something, already planning to get your hands on either him or his credit card, ready to suck his card dry. And hopefully, his cock.
The day your mother leaves, BusyDad!Nanami comes home early, both to send her off and to get his hands on his pretty girl as soon as possible. Once he closes the door behind your mother, and the familiar family car drives off, he feels your manicured nails run up his sides, a pitiful attempt to tickle him. And then you speak, that slutty little voice you use whenever you want something from him. And god forbid he denies you.
“Daddy…can I borrow your card? Please? I wan’ go shopping with my friends…”
Oh, and when you speak your lips gaze his ear, and he knows you’re on your toes, using every inch you can get to reach him. He hums, turning around with a stoic expression, his hands finding your face to brush away a few strands of hair.
“And what do I get in return? Money doesn’t grow on trees, my princess.”
And then you pout. The pout that puckers out your lips, showing off the pink gloss that coated them. The same lips that suck his cock every other night, when you’re craving your daddy's affection. His eyes flicker back up to yours, and when you speak, he can only sigh in resignation.
“Buuutt Dadddyyyyyy!!!”
BusyDad!Nanami clicks his tongue, grabbing his wallet from his back pocket only to pull out a black card, his gold labeled name shining under the house lights. His eyes are tired and stern, but you know he doesn’t mind too much <3
“Take it before I change my mind.”
But when you cheer, taking the card from his hands only to jump up and press your lips against his, a soft delighted moan escaping you when your tongue swipes over his lips, he can’t help but groan in relief. Your lips are so sweet, and your gloss tastes like cotton candy. But BusyDad!Nanami doesn’t get to savor your taste for too long, and you quickly pull away, hopping off into your room to get ready for your lavish shopping trip.
It’s late at night when you return, arms full of new clothes and trinkets you couldn’t resist buying. BusyDad!Nanami is sitting on his recliner chair, tie discarded on the floor, the first three buttons of his blue shirt undone, revealing his sharp collar bones and chiseled muscled pecs. You can see a half empty bottle of beer in his hand, tapping the glass idly while he watches tv.
BusyDad!Nanami spares you a glance as you walk through the door, tipping his bottle in greeting before watching you scamper up the stairs and into your room. When you return later, he doesn’t even get the chance to turn around before you plop yourself down onto his lap, giggling as your hardly covered pussy rubs against his flaccid cock. His hands immediately come up and land on your waist, his beer bottle discarded on the floor and possibly spilled.
“I got something for you, Daddy…”
There it was again. That voice of yours. Sultry and needy, your eyes are half lidded as you run your hands through his hair, teasingly shaking your tits near his face. BusyDad!Nanami’s eyes wander your body, a low groan escaping him as he admires the new lacy lingerie that covered your body.
Well…covered is…not the right word.
Your nipples are visible through the lace, hard and perky and begging to be sucked :( and your pussy is already wet, drenching the lace and making it even more see-through than it already was. Your hips rock against his cock, the thick meat already rising and rising until it painfully tented in his pants.
BusyDad!Nanami hums slowly, letting you fumble with his belt and his pants, watching your pretty little hands desperately reach for his cock. When you finally get your hands on him, he can’t help but let out a huff of amusement. Oh, your hand is just so little against his cock, your fingers unable to even touch from his sheer girth :(
But that’s never deterred you before, and when you move your lacy panties to the side, lining up his tip with your weeping puss, he finally lets out a sigh of relief when you sink down on him. Your hips move so sweet, bouncing on his cock like the good little girl he raised you to be <3
BusyDad!Nanami kisses you when you ride him, groping your perfect tits and rubbing your perky nipples, relishing in the sweet moans you let out. And when you cum all over his cock, mewling and whining about how good your daddy's cock feels, he rewards you with a sweet thick creampie, filing your hole with his gooey cum, and hopefully, getting you pregnant with your daddy’s seed <3
AlphaDad!Satoru who loves his sweet girl so much :( always scenting you and keeping you close, even before you presented as an omega. He just couldn’t help it! You were his only child, and you were such a daddy's girl too, how could he not love you?
AlphaDad!Satoru comes home one night after a rough mission, groaning and tugging off his shoes lazily, mind filled with thoughts of you and how long you’d probably been waiting for him before he suddenly notices the sickly sweet scent of sugar.
AlphaDad!Satoru Almost immediately he sports a hard-on, his secondary gender roaring to life as he drunkenly stumbles towards the scent. It couldn’t have been his wife, she was a beta, and she was off on a business trip over sea’s, so did that mean…?
AlphaDad!Satoru stops at your door, breath hitching as he realizes that sweet scent was yours. His sweet girl was finally presenting her secondary gender, and she was an omega. A sweet, little omega, enduring her first heat alone.
AlphaDad!Satoru slams your door open, stumbling inside where a deep growl escapes his throat, eyes narrowing in on where your bare pussy was desperately rutting into one of your pillows :( Your hands are clawing at one of his dirty sweaters, shoving it in your face to muffle your cute little moans while your twitchy clit rubs itself raw.
AlphaDad!Satoru doesn't even notice when he pounces on you, shoving down his pants and underwear to mindlessly rub his cock against your pussy. Your scent is so much more stronger up close, and he hardly hears your little whines for him to put it in before he’s drunkenly shoving his cock inside your tight puss.
AlphaDad!Satoru pounds into your little cunt form hours after, filling your sloppy pussy full of his cum until you’re bloated and sated, your heat finally calming down now that your daddy stuffed you full <3
AlphaDad!Satoru kisses and cleans you tenderly, praising you and calling you his good girl, his cute little mate, and how well you did for your first heat. You barely remember the fact that you had dropped your phone mid call with your mom moments prior to your dad coming home, accidentally leaving the speaker on the whole time your daddy pounded you through your heat <3
my cunny weeps and asks politely yet trembling,"more dad gojo when?"
don't worry...daddy gojo is here <33 I hope you like this one, I was giggling when I wrote it >:3
Dad Satoru and his new girlfriend
cw: breeding, incest
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Satoru sleeps around a lot. I mean, why wouldn’t he? He’s good looking, he has an amazing body, and his cock perfect in every way possible. Besides, sex is sex, and sex is amazing. Sure, there are times when it takes him a while to finish, but that doesn’t mean the sex is bad. You could call him a manwhore of sorts. He sleeps with whoever he wants, wherever he wants.
But that's in the past now. Now hes damn near reaching his 50’s, his white hair is streaked with silver that blends in evenly, and his once young face is beginning to crease with wrinkles. Don’t get it wrong, he’s still very handsome, but now instead of that rockin’ body he once had, his muscles are hidden under the dad-fat he’d gained over the years.
Ah. Thats right, he’s a father now.
How long ago was it? Maybe 7 years ago, Dad!Satoru decided to settle down, and about a year into that marriage, he had a child. A son, who looks just like him. However, not everything has a happy ending. The year his son had turned 3, his marriage shattered into pieces. His wife, which he once thought was the woman he’d love forever, cheated on him with a co-worker of hers. Of course, the marriage ended soon after, and now he has to split custody over his son with his wife.
But now, Dad!Satoru was far happier. Not long after his divorce, he met the cutest girl he’d ever laid eyes on. You. So cute and timid, a little over 20 years old and wandering around aimlessly at a bar he frequents. Dad!Satoru wasn’t one to go after girls so much younger than him, but he was a newly single man, and he was starting to get lonely.
So he took you to bed, and he swore, he fell in love the moment your pussy gripped his cock.
Dad!Satoru fucked you all night. His chest pressed against your back, whispering crude comments into your ear while he fucked you into another orgasm. But you weren’t the only one to cum that night. No, Dad!Satoru swears he came more that night than he has within the past few years. You matched his high libido, your moans were so sweet, your eyes were so enchanting…
Ah. But enough of that. Now, you’d been his girlfriend of 3 years, and he swears those past three years were the best of his life. Not only was the sex great, but it felt as though you completed him entirely. Like you were a missing part of him he didn’t know was gone until now.
Dad!Satoru got to know you well over the years. He knows about how you struggled in life, living with your low income single mother, and how you’ve been trying to find your father for the past few years in an attempt to reconnect with him. His heart ached when he thought of it. He couldn’t imagine what that life must’ve been like.
Dad!Satoru felt closer to you after that conversation. He felt as though…you were the one. His son loved you, and you took care of him so well. Yes. You had to be the one, the one he’d been missing his whole life.
He wanted you. He wanted to marry you. He wanted to start a new life with you, he wanted to have more children with you. He wanted it all. And he would do it tonight.
Dad!Satoru had you pinned down to the bed, fucking his aching cock deeper into your warm pussy. His son was with his mother this month, and now the two of you could let loose. His cock pounded into you at a maddening pace, and he could feel his muscles tense up from the strain. Your pussy was frothing with white, the past 5 loads of cum squirting and spilling out of your hole was an addicting sight.
Dad!Satoru felt a warm flush rise in his chest when you screamed out ‘Daddy!’ as you came, your eyes rolling back as you cooed and whimpered out the sweet petname throughout your orgasm. Dad!Satoru held you close, moaning in your ear as he finally came inside, one last time.
This was it.
“Sweetheart…” He said “I have something to tell you…”
Your glossy eyes trailed up to meet his, and with a tender swipe, he gently brushed away the line of drool escaping your swollen lips. A satisfied grin creeped up on your face, and you giggled hoarsely.
“I have something to tell you too.”
What?
Dad!Satoru sat up, his softening cock sliding out of your weeping puss. He could see the gush of cum that escaped your open cunt, and despite his exhaustion, his cock twitched in arousal. His arms wrapped around you, kissing your neck tenderly as he murmured.
“Should I go first, or you, my love?”
Your hum echoed in the warm air, and for a moment he could almost hear the gears in your head turning. Then you spoke.
“I will. It’s quick, anyways…”
Dad!Satoru’s eyes furrowed as you reached over to the nightstand, and for a second, he thought you were reaching for the spare box of condoms. However, when you reached for a piece of paper beneath some old trinkets and gifts he bought you, a confused tilt of his head was all he could muster.
“I finally found my dad. It took some time but…I did it.”
Dad!Satoru’s eyes widened, and a wide smile formed on his lips. But before he could congratulate you, before he could even think of asking how you found out, his heart stopped as you pulled out the picture of your father.
s-step daddy satrou pounding your cute little cunt, groaning at how tight you are and how youre finally all his. his thrusting starts to loose rhythm once he sees your eyes cross after hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, making you squirt. he groans again as he thrusts once more, then cums, thick and overflowing into your womb. your cunt tightens around his cock preventing him from pulling out, not that he wants to cause he wants to make sure it takes. 🙈🙈
⊹₊｡˚₊⊹ small girl gets overstimulated on her stepdaddy’s cock !! (3:28)
“d-daddy.. too.. too mu-much- i can’t..!”
“you can princess,” his cock presses deeper into you, the ring of cream on his cock growing thicker and thicker.
he loves urging you on, pushing you over the edge and past your limits. he’s obsessed with the way you arch your back away from his cock, and your desperate whines when he presses you by the divot of your back further into the mattress to hold you still.
he glimpses at the way your face turns to the side with a crying breath; cooing out shushes when he sees how worked up you’re getting on his cock, and swiping your hair behind your ear with a gentle finger to reveal your peachy face, just to examine you closer. he would never want to hurt his precious stepdaughter.
his phone was held up with a tripod that aimed down towards your bodies, capturing the leaky mess that spilled from your cunt and down your thighs. the quality of the film was dark and grainy, but easily catches onto the desperate sobs falling from your swollen lips, and the squelching of your cunt.
“please please please, n-no s’too much.. too..”
“shh, just a little longer princess. make me famous, yeah?”
Tw - STEPCEST, cheating, age-gap(early 20s n early 40s), anal play, daddy/dad kink, oral, some really inappropriate and gross stuff. Stepcest isn’t blood related. Not proofread.
A/n - “Toji wouldn’t do th-“ I don’t give a shit, goodnight.
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who secretly rubs your little pussy through your thin cotton panties from underneath the blanket while you're having a movie night with your family in the living room.
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who tells your clueless mother that he’s taking you on a daddy-and-daughter bonding trip for a few days so the two of you can spend more time together and get to know each other more which only ends up with his hefty cock being stuffed deep into your innocent pussy— filling you up to the brim in some random hotel not too far from your house.
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who instantly gets rock hard whenever you'd call him “dad” or “daddy”. He just can’t help when a sweet young thing like you is innocently batting your eyelashes up at him and asking him for his assistance. God, you’re so helpless, you can’t do anything without the help from your dad, not even cumming. :(
Which is why he has to sneak into your bedroom dead at night and skillfully poke his stepdaughter’s g-spot with his fat tip till you can finally cum and make a big mess on his cock.
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who's obsessed with you sitting on his face, your warm dripping pussy nestled in his mouth while his eager tongue skillfully laps at the essence of your arousal from your glistening entrance. His nose presses into your rim purposefully, causing your adorable hole to wink against his nose in playful response to his inhales and breathing. He needs you on his face at least once a day :(
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who you coincidentally encounter in the bathroom, late at night while he’s pissing so that quickly escalated with his girthy cock now being shoved down your throat and he's thrusting it rhythmically in and out your mouth. Your eyes begin to well up with tears which only fuels him even more to use your mouth to his favor as he deviously grins down at you when he notices how you're helplessly playing with your drenched pussy with your fingers.
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who gets off from being risky, especially when your mom is dozing off on the couch and he has you forcefully bent over the cold marble kitchen counter with one of his muscular hands pressed firmly against your lower back so you won't escape from his hold. His fat thumb is clogging your ass and his veiny cock is stretching your little pussy apart around his shaft while his angry tip is exploring the depths of your cunt.
He'd be such a mean man and force his thumb deeper and deeper into your asshole just so he can get a cute reaction from you and hear you whine while you desperately claw at his beefy forearm for him to stop :( He only chuckles and laughs at how scared you are as if you don't love it as much as he does.
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who loves referring to himself as Daddy while he's balls deep into your slippery hole. Your trembling knees are knocking against your soft, bouncing tits and you're desperately gasping for air while your nails are sinking into his strong hand that's encircling your neck. "Shh shh c'mon be a good little step-kid f'daddy and take my cock". He whispers, trailing a thumb up to your glossy lips before inserting it into your mouth for you to suck on.
His cock is crammed into your tight pussy, and the way you keep sucking him in deeper and deeper every hazy second makes him not want to pull out anytime soon. He just can't get enough of your pussy. "That's it, that's baby, yer making daddy feel sooo good".
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who has developed a habit of sniffing your cunt and ass, he just can't help it :( he just loves your natural scent and can't get enough of you when he's bending down behind your small figure while you're engrossed in cooking dinner for the family and pulls your shorts down to bury his pointy nose in your moist pussy.
A plague of worries clouds your head when you feel his nose prodding into your tight entrance in the open. "T-toji! n-not here, she'll see!", you pleaded as you attempted to push his head away from your rear only for him to clasp both of your hands into his larger ones with just a chuckle rumbling against your cunny. soft whimpers escape your lips when you hear his loud whiffs of your pussy.
GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who loves nothing more than licking his step-daughter’s little pussy at any given chance he gets :(
It's so prohibited and “taboo” and the older man is very much aware of that but he just can't help it when he's quietly slipping into your bedroom late at night to run his salivating tongue over the sapping mound— He’s been practically thinking about it the entire day.
His clothed cock immediately starts twitching uncontrollably every time his grimy thoughts clouded his vivid imagination, all he could do at work was discreetly palm his hardened bulge and give it a hard squeeze for friction and temporary relief.
He barely could wait till everyone was asleep to taste your delicious pussy again.
A deep involuntary groan leaves his lips from the taste of your creamy pussy melting on his tastebuds. The sensation of the sticky slick clinging onto his tongue stirred a desperate throbbing in his cock, yearning for more. God, every fiber of his being ached to plunge his hard cockhead into your warm, virgin pussy and ravish you until you painted his shaft with your cream but he won't... at least not yet.
Luckily for him, you were sleeping on your stomach and the tranquility of your slumber allowed him to cautiously lower your adorable panties down, gently resting it at your lower thighs, and parted your plush cheeks using his thumbs to peek at your delicate pussy. The glossy sheen veiling your folds glistened in the dim light, making his fat cock throb with urgency.
“Fuck, so pretty” he whispered breathlessly, sticking his tongue out to lap at your messy folds, his tongue flickers back and forth, licking up at your wetness and replacing it with his spit and intertwining saliva. Unfortunately for him, you weren’t a heavy sleeper so the sensation of his soft, wet tongue wiggling against your most intimate place was enough to stir you awake.
Your eyelids flutter open weakly, giving way to the heavy fog of slumber that still clung to your countenance. Sleep is evident in your features as your tummy tingles from the continuous sensation of the stimulation. Your vision was clouded with fuzziness but you could still make out the muscular silhouette of your step-father.
He was huge and muscular, he wasn’t built like some ordinary man so there was no mistake that it was him.
“Daddy?”You mumbled innocently, rubbing your eyes in hopes of having a clearer view after.
“W-hat are you doing?”
“Shh shh, go back to sleep doll. Dad’s gonna take care of ya” he lightly chuckled before caressing your ass and placing a few wet kisses on your soft cheeks.
✰ - tags: dead dove do not eat, fem! reader, 18+ reader, stepcest, v. penetration, spanking, f. orgasm, creampie, breeding kink, humor, no use of y/n, all lowercase, minors dni
stepdadtoji! who's lazily lying on his side next to you on your twin size bed that's too small to barely fit the both of you. the bottom of his shirt rises up enough to get a peek at his insanely sculpted abdomen, and his loose hanging sweatpants gives you a view of his groin covered in manly pubic hair.
stepdadtoji! who's in your room to bug you like he always does when your mom's not home during the day because of her work hours. you're trying to do your homework, but toji keeps distracting you by slapping your ass that your short uniform skirt barely covers to keep your attention on him. your mom must not be giving him enough attention, because toji is always fucking with you.
stepdadtoji! who's barely paying attention to you scolding him about you needing to focus on finishing your brutal chemistry assignment till a lightbulb shines in his head. he offers to help you with it, but first, you have to help him with a problem of his own, grabbing his monster sized cock through his pants to wiggle in his large hand.
stepdadtoji! who before you know it, has you hovering over him while you bounce on your knee's on his huge dick like a bunny. your thin lace thong is pushed haphazardly to the side and your tiny skirt flaps in the air each time you smash down onto his lap and his girthy cock impales you deeply. your knee's shake but that doesn't stop toji from holding onto your ass cheeks to slam you up and down in the air like you were a toy.
stepdadtoji! who thinks it's so cute that his bratty stepdaughter who acts like she cant stand him is currently trying her hardest to ride her daddy's cock like a good girl. how filthy. but he was growing tired of your slacky pace. he grabs onto your thighs to support you while he raises his pelvis rapidly to plow you correctly. the loud sound of skin slapping rang through the house, along with the shaking of your poor headboard that was sure to break if toji continued plopping you down so roughly onto his throbbing dick.
stepdadtoji! who curves the scar on his lip upward when you beg him to be quieter, it's almost evening and your mom could be home any minute. he couldn't care less if his wife walked in on him fucking her hot, cock hungry daughter. it only encouraged him to bury his cock even more into your wet cunt. he slaps your plush cheeks till they sting red as he bucks his hips to fill up your slutty pussy like his life depends on it.
stepdadtoji! like the good father he is, holds you tightly as you cum while crying and moaning out how daddy's making you make a mess all over his aching cock. feeling his big balls that were flapping against the swell of your ass twitch wildly as your sloppy pussy gripped him cruelly, he grunts to his favorite cum slut if you're ready to take every drop of his spunk into your womb.
stepdadtoji! who pumps spurts and spurts of his thick cum, breeding you with the essence of his kids. he continues to push his fat dick in and out of you to make sure your greedy cunt sucks it all in. he lifts you off, looking up to see your abused hole quiver as it swallows all of the white substance, not wasting a drop.
stepdadtoji! who throws you to the side of the bed next to him, crossing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes to rest with a content smile, while you slightly convulse, still reeling from your epic orgasm. you reposition your thong back on and find the strength to turn to toji and remind him about the tutoring he offered.
stepdadtoji! who opens one of his eyes to look at you unapologetically. "girl, im'a high school dropout. don't know tha' first thing about chemistry." he laughs in your face as you punch him in the arm.
